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by Jane Dec 17, 2004 category : Nature, environment / nature
The sun rises, over the hill, shining down on us, like it always will. The wind will always, be seen in its way, blowing though trees, and scattering hay. When it snow, everyone knows, that winters, on its way.
by Michael
GAH! I HEART THIS POEM SOOOO MUCH! A FANTASTIC JOB!