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Winter cometh with the withering memories of the spring time life. It is with the seasons of change we mark the passage of time and the daunting march towards our youth's end. A new year will come but we will be older, wiser and more weatherworn. We point to the finality of our days knowing there are fewer ahead than behind. Yet the spring will come again and we will for a brief time be renewed and vibrant again but only to wilt and wither once more when the winter cometh.

Excellent imagery my friend. This is life in pictures and I am glad you have collected it again.

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It's the Grotesque Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!

Another slice of urban life juxtapose the cycle of life. You should have a coffee table book of your work.

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Thanks man.

That really means a lot to me, coming from you.

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The honey bees search for the honey lees that linger in the last flowers of September.

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Why do you have two accounts?

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I've been wondering that too.

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I have rage-quit and deleted my account(s) after getting pissed off at /@AOU in the past, only to make a new account after realizing my blinding fury was retarded.

and were always very understanding in those situations, knowing that anyone who posts Poetry on an Ultra-Right Wing Reddit Clone is intrinsically a mentally unstable individual, and were always kind enough to restore my account(s).

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That checks out.