Seasons come,
seasons go
My favorite is the one
with snow
Where black paved streets turn angel white,
and kisses of the wind
turn cheeks red, so bright
When families have snowball fights and sled
and mother lets you drink hot cocoa in bed
Hands insulated in warm woolen mittens
no longer swat away bugs, good riddance
But I’ll have to wait,
because fall is almost here
Football tears
and pumpkin beers
Crisp brown leaves
falling off the tall trees
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Made me smile and tickled me pink.
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Thanks!
How have you been doing lately?
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Not my usual happy self. I’m just unhappy and a little frustrated today. How about you?
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What’s going on? And I’ve been good. Really excited how the blog’s been doing.
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Just one of those days. It’s always exciting to watch one’s blog grow. It shows good content is bound to be discovered and appreciated.
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I was having a miserable day yesterday up until the second half of the Chiefs game. I’ve been riding high ever since, but I’m really surprised with how much support I’ve gotten on here.
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How do you get ideas for writing?
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What sparks your creativity I should ask, rather?
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Mostly the life experiences that come with having Aspergers, but nature and city life are great sparks too.
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I see. Nice.
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Lovely photos to accompany beautiful words. Thanks so much for following my blog.
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A nice poem. In the UK it is the same, Autumn means our soccer season is in full flow.
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Glad you liked it!
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Thank you for following my blog. I have done the same and look forward to reading your poetry and posts.
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lovely!! 😀
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Thank you 🙂
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❤ ❤ ❤
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