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This is a poem about the seasons and reasons of life. People do enter your life 4 seasons. |
| April marched out my life and September came and asked if I would be gone by November and be back by December. April meet May,June,and July, while August was wondering why October made her cry. Scarey is life so January meet February just to give April life people enter your life like seasons and know one really knows the reason. Open your eyes and thank God for he has kept you here for a reason just like April who's part of the seasons. |