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The sun is shining on my skin
A gentle breeze blows in
The leaves falling, leaving limbs naked underneath
Seasons changing, a good thing for me to take in
Time is passing, yet for me the clock never changes
It is always the same hour, day, and month of the year
I wish I could change like the leaves of color
Maybe that would help me become another
Yet, I stay in the same place not wanting to go up that hill
When will time pass for me or will it just stay still?
Holly P. Moore
October 2012
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