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Fall cold rainy days Crisp wet leaves Twirling and waltzing Flying and floating Riding October desolate gusts Retro tunes that resuscitate Memories of young love Echoes of how I love you Deep in the heart Awakened by the sound of Walking through wet fallen leaves Ever so close as one Holding on tight Isolated in a cold sullen world Warm enraptured hearts Under a shared umbrella Alone together Along a silent canal Riddled by a multitude of raindrops Anxious to seek shelter Ever so content Creating memories AP: 3rd place 2022 Submitted on April 1, 2018 for contest LOVE POEM sponsored by HEIDI SANDS - RANKED 4TH

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Date: 4/9/2018 1:09:00 AM
Congratulations, line on your win.
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Line Gauthier
Date: 4/9/2018 7:40:00 AM
Thank you, Subimal. Much appreciated.
Date: 4/7/2018 2:27:00 AM
Congratulations on your win with this beautiful poem of love.
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Line Gauthier
Date: 4/7/2018 5:40:00 AM
Thank you, Susan, for your much appreciated visit and message.
Date: 4/5/2018 9:11:00 AM
Thank you for entering my contest Line. Congratulations for your win! :)
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Line Gauthier
Date: 4/5/2018 8:47:00 PM
Thank you, Heidi. Much appreciated contest and ranking.
Date: 4/2/2018 9:40:00 AM
Although you did not know this on a conscious level, this is now my poem, Line. I claim it for my FAV list. All of the really great loves and marriages seem to happen in the fall. My anniversary is October 10th, 1971, so in your honor and with positive regard an love, can I please keep this poem forever?
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Date: 4/2/2018 1:13:00 PM
With pleasure, it's yours, Caren. Line xx

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