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Scurrying seasons ???☃️

Scurrying seasons ???☃️

October you are almost away, you did not dilly-dally your display..and now November lies in your wake, our end to Autumn for goodness sake..

So seasons I can’t keep up with you, with rush and haste you scurry through..betwixt your array of colourful hue, yon cloudless skies of cobalt blue..are but my distant memories amidst my bygone treasuries,  I still see them in my reveries..Oh how I yearn for your summer please...

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Pen in teale

A great write and I like the image you chose of the changing seasons! They do pass too quickly, fortunately, I like them all!
Nicely written 

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Jill Tait

Awww Thank you my poetic friend so much ❤️?❤️

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Jill Tait

Well my eldest daughter is 40 on Nov 11 th too & all 11 of us were going away in. Huge lovely farm housr for few days but we had To cancel that coz silly Covid:( n lose £250 deposit :( so nothing really planned now for her, wev cancelled everything this year holidays n loads stuff ???

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Marion

You can have my summer if I can have your winter...sorted!! Another fab write my friend ...pinned ?

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Jill Tait

Awws hell yeah I’m do u swap I hate frighin snow as u know my lovely ?☃️?

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