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I want to walk the streets,
Right down the middle,
On that pretty yellow line that is so hard to resist,
In utter silence.
No cars to be heard or seen for miles,
No noisy old lawnmowers,
No hustle and bustle of self absorbed, angry people,
Just the swirl of crisp air around me,
and the tap of my old Converse against the asphalt,
as I observe the world around me through my thick burgundy glasses,
And spy the trees as they turn to all the odd colors of the warm color palate,
And it will be then that I wrap my arms around my frame and whisper to myself
"It's fall."
- by MuffinMasterAshley |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/30/2010 |
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- Title: Trusty Old Fall
- Artist: MuffinMasterAshley
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Dearest Gaia Lovelies,
I haven't much of a clue why I wrote this, but I did. So, as always, I would like you to read this and give me some honest feedback in the form of comments and ratings :)
Yours Truly,
Ashley - Date: 09/30/2010
- Tags: trusty fall autumn seasons nature
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