Seasons of Prose and Cons
Writing in the light of Spring
Inspired by an Angel's wing
The things I see are meant to be
A prose or poetry thing
Writing in the Summer sun
When my pen has just begun
It's real sweet when I feel the heat
But that's how I get things done
Writing in the dead of Fall
When the times I hear the call
I'll find a way to spend the day
Spouting words I'll share with all
Writing in the Winter snows
Whether poetry or prose
The chill I feel I know is real
But that's just the way it goes
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