Seasons

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She was as warm as cup of cider on an autumn evening,

    But as cold as ice in a minutes time

She was grinning from ear to ear with small dimples erupting from the muscles in her cheeks
   
Until the breeze reminded her where she was
    And what she must do

She knew the seasons were changing, and so was she

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