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Seasons of LoveWhen winter's icy winds blow and cover the land in snow, our hearts shall be merrily aglow. As spring's gentle rains fall across the parched land, we'll joyously walk hand in hand across the golden plains. When summer's wilting heat washes over us then shall our wonderful passion finally explode. And when autumn's cool breezes and glorious colors arrive then shall we dance down the aisle and tell the world of our precious love. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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