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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:46 am
Oh, to feel the heat of the sun
The gentle breeze that carries away the morning dew
And the clouds that brought the rain.
She cries on us no longer
All that’s left is her glow
Smiling down on us
Her love keeping us warm.
Persephone is alive again
Dionysus has put down the bottle
And Adonis is on Olympus
All is well
All is right
The chill is gone
And life perseveres again.
There is no darkness left to dwell
In our world, now so bright.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 8:40 am
Oh, this hits real close to home right now because I woke up and there's three inches of snow outside. What you've described suddenly sounds like Utopia. I miss the sun.
Great job! You've managed to make me miss midsummer more than I was before, and that is actually quite the accomplishment.
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