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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Summer is aging in the womb, and fall will be giving birth soon; winter is climbing upon my back but summer is still keeping stock; it has created lots of adventure in September with hundreds of forest fire, burning villages and towns and creating mass evacuation and mayhem all around. September is winding down and summer will be booted from the town. Summer is crying in the womb and fall says winter will see you soon, but I can still feel the heat in my back and sweat soaking my only frock. I am still looking for a quiet place to be where my spirit can be free but summer will not let go of me. Summer should have gone a long time ago, so that I can have the space to grow and do my show but summer keeps lingering around, wearing that ugly frown on its face throughout the town, the heat is still spilling in the street forcing me to rest a pack of ice upon my knees while wisdom smiles merrily at me. When you walk on the fine line of life, nature will guide your steps, and the universe will do the rest. Summer is rolling up and down in the womb and fall will take its leave very soon. The leaves are falling from the tree, and heaven has just signed a new decree for you to come and help me, the journey is long, but the universe will help you to compose a new song. The leaves are falling from the tree and there is no comfort in this place for thee. The sun rises in the East and on the count of three I want you to make that long awaited announcement in front of the golden sea. Summer is crying in the womb looking for a place to escape before noon for morning will be over soon. I roll the dice before I pick my fight; I shuffle the cards before I travel abroad. Come with me to the other side of town and allow me to show you around, winter is coming with a long beard and I want you to help me to get out of here for the ocean will turn to ice and you will have to pay a bountiful price. Summer is stuck in the womb; fall is leaving soon and winter is moving quickly on the track, and it is not going to look back. Summer is making a twin in the womb, and it will not give birth anytime soon, so board the winter train to exit from the game and meet with me before you board the train.
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