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The Winter Season
The Winter Season
My body is crying, Fall is leaving
The sensitive moon is screaming
The stars is losing their nocturnal fans
Their admiring nights is disappearing
My body is yelling, Winter is coming
The lakes are complaining for visitors
The beaches are sadly missed by their vibrators
I desire my forestry strolls with my birthday suit
Which's so magnetic for the sexuals admirators
Against the cold season, we need the advocators
My body is trembling, my tears are frozen
In the forest, woods are selected by dozen
To create a warming fire with marshmallows
Even though the sweaters act like good citizen
My skin is metamorphosing like a flower wizen
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Gregory Azor
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