User blog:Avery Greenbridge/Seasonal Poems
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Grass hitting your legs, making you itch. The sun shines bright and you feel too hot. Until that winter breeze flies by. Now you wait again.
Your ride around on what seems like your only friend.
With a chocolatey mane and a silky brown tail.
Birds tweeting at you maybe making fun of you.
Then there's a fallen tree. Only choice is to jump.