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Beech Tree Ii
Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the springtime; I wear my dress of emerald green
Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress me
Then I start to shiver as my gown of golden leaves falls away
Leaving me cold and naked until spring returns again one day
Originally written on 08~22~15
N/A In personification contest finalised on 10/19/16
I worked so hard on my personification
Then looked at the list with consternation
Saw the sponsor gave it an N/A
Perhaps he’d had a tough day ….
I now look to Constance for mitigation!
11~11~16
5 Line rhyme for Broken Wings Take the dagger from my heart please 3 Contest
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Jan Allison
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