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The Seasons, Changes (Free verse) by Frass

The seasons, changes the reason for changing remains Darting gulls the bull sharks return egrets prance a colorful spray of boatsails dancing will ever recall the supple, seasoned meaning of your changes Avon where the earth bends a muse friend dance your way back to me and remain.

==Doylum 5-Sep-02/4:15 PM
I'm not sure i like you attitude steaming pile of Frass. I don't think you trying hard enough. I don't care for you wittering or that of DA of H8 for that matter, you bring the tone down. Oh the lovely boatsails how they dance-ed before mine eyes. Throw the seagull some seltzer oh what a colourful display.




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