January 10, 2009
By Lauren Pike, Brockton, MA

Autumn is when lovers fall
Like the leaves from the tree
Nobody wants to be free
Winter makes lovers get closer together
Cuddling, saying they'll be together forever
Spring comes and the sky is a beautiful blue
Without one another you wouldn't know what to do
Summer's here and we love them nights
Except when things start to feel not right
Summer is so nice and hot
But this one ended with "he loves me not."

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