Barbara R Maxwell

Bring a desire for warmth

For coffee or tea

Anything hot

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When cold runs through your hands

And your fingers grow numb

Your gloves don’t really work

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It’s a cold winters day

Fall is leaving for the year

The sun is out against a bright blue sky

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Clear blue skies

Crisp air

Leaves on the ground

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Clear blue skies

Crisp air

Leaves on the ground

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It’s morning

Not early nor late

But as one rises

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We all need to belong

To have a special someone

Have a place to hang our hat

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We all want to be free

To feel we can do and be

As we choose

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We all want to be free

To feel we can do and be

As we choose

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Fall breezes gently blowing

Dark gray skies overhead

Muted clouds paint the sky

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