It's that time of year again
The lines are long with excitement in the air
We all want to be the first in line
To try the seasonal flavor we've been longing for
Every year it comes but it never grows dull
We all love the taste of fall
The pumpkin spice, the apple crisp
The changing weather and pumpkin patches
The cool breeze rushing past our face
Rushing in line to spend our last dime
Wanting to stay in this moment and freeze time
There's nothing like this time of year
Spend this time with people you love
Share the moment and make the memories last a lifetime
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Thomas Terry
Hello, I like using poetry and music to help connect people and find the meaning of life. We all have our own unique stories and I want to share mine to hopefully inspire you to share yours!
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