500nets

this is based on a hatred of the summer

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with the death of the leaves

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Created on 11-26-06

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spring and summer are stuffy, bleak cellars of seasons

waiting rooms in disgust

there nothing dirtier than summer. nothing more ominous than the spring

autumn floats into me ---- electric

i believe that every happiness that was ever first discovered by me. was found during the death of the leaves.

the crisp air lifts me and tosses me into serenity. it seems to pass in minutes

and winter will only guide the way. for the vile heat of the summer once again

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On March 20th 2007 J6mind Said :

	Well you made sound good either way!!!

On March 18th 2007 neomud Said :

	wonderful imagery. association you drew between the leaves dying and you finding it pleasurable came off a little morbid then was vindicated by the next line. I dig it.

On February 15th 2007 ralicia Said :

	Yes. Sweaty, swelting, sundried summer. I can't stand it also

On February 12th 2007 19Superman88 Said :

	I LIKE THE WIDE RANGE OF VOLCABULARY MAKES THE POEM EXCITING :)

On January 31st 2007 noname14 Said :

	This is good. I like the way you described the different seasons... this is good. Thumbs up ~Chelsea

On December 14th 2006 500nets Said :

	that is very nice of ya'll (excuse the ya'll, i'm from texas)

On December 13th 2006 quaizzi Said :

	I like it Im with peter, if I could I would rate this twice

On November 29th 2006 JMay6098 Said :

	I really like this. It kinda makes me look at summer differently.

On November 27th 2006 500nets Said :

	yeah thank you, i don't think anybody else digs it. my brother made me write this because i hate summer so much- i was complaining and he said "put it in a poem" not my best work