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| Indian summers turn to rain and cold. | ||
| Then the northern winds begin to blow. | ||
| Squirrels forget what acorns they’ve sown, | ||
| and changes will happen to me, I know. | ||
| Your love keeps the cabin fire aglow. | ||
| You’re the flower that seems to grow | ||
| through the layers of the ice and snow. | ||
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| This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall | ||
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