The Shadow

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A whispering shadow on the lawn

Talking the time away

As skiddish as a young fawn

I wonder if it will stay

But all of a sudden it's gone


The shadow of fall has flead

A freezing cold winter is near

So cold we want to stay in your beds

Until the new year

For the shadow is long dead


The world is deep in snow

Far too deep on whitch to trod

From way deep down, there is a glow

I do not think it is a fraud

From months ago

it ressurects

For springtime

The shadow


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