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Deepest ChillsWhen the cold winter wind howls through the hills. It sends deepest chills of delight through my heart. When the brightly colored autumn leaves make their way to the frosty ground. They cause my soul to leap with the joy of remembrance. When the warm sunshine of spring touches the sleeping earth. It brings the sweetest peace to my mind. When the heat of summer washes over me, it is then my love for you grows like a flower. To blossom into the sweetest love that a man can know. Donavon Scott Vinson ***Dedicated to my friend Samantha at Bowland Lanes, and to my lovely and dear friend Denise*** Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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