Matthew Kraft


Seasons


The cold
Never grows old.
The heat
Can’t be beat.
The fall
Tops them all.
The spring
Makes me sing.
The seasons never tire
When the next one coming is what I desire.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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