Warm December
we seem to spend some time together,
alas one of two must leave,
we grow apart ...separate, surrender,
another's time to grieve,
the mood is sometimes blue,
when looking back remember,
good times we received
that warm december.....
too.
Don
re Debbie Duncan "Change of Season"
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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