SEASONS OF LOVE

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COUNTRY POEMS



           It starts with a fling in the spring.

           A sting by the love bee.

           A walk through the trees.

           You can see the look called pleased.



           Seasons of love.



           It got hotter in the summer.

           There was a lot of great fun in the sun.

           There was time to play during the night.

           We could stay out late at night.  

           It was a delight.



           Seasons of love.



           There was the fall ball.

           She looked so good her in gown.

           The leaves orange and brown off the trees.

           The cool breezes through the trees.

          

           Seasons of love.



         Winter, we held each other close to keep warm.

         We said our love would never get cold.

         It did not get old.

         The thoughts of each other still danced in our heads.

         We agreed to be together, as strong as a tree.

         Birds of a feather.



           Oh, those are the seasons of love.

           Yeah, those are the seasons of our love.

          

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