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* *a friend for * *all seasons©Autumn came to visit me just the other day, and Summer politely up and waltzed away. Her and all her buds truly brought warmth and style, but Autumn will leaf thru here with color all the while. Winter will come to call, and Autumn will take a fall. Spring will make her usual splash, and Summer will waltz back in a flash. Friends are like the four seasons, they have moods not always pleasin. They range from cold to warm to hot to cool, with something so unique you can't control! Copyright ©2007~S@L~ Vote for this poem
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