Poetry

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Summer comes,autumn looms,as winter breaks into our rooms,the trees are bare no leaves are there,
until the spring they have no share,but until then
when snowflakes fall,and icy roads for perils all,
some accidents and spills maybe,and lessons always
to be learned we see,our going to or coming from,
in life,our life is never gone,for all of the seasons of the year,GOD gives them all HE,keeps us
here,since we are all caught up in time,GOD'brings
us home,may his own will be mine and thine,in time.
Joe.

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