you would know I want my bacon hard and my hashbrowns as brown and hard as my bacon. Eggs sunny side up and peppered so much you sneeze when you cook them
you would know I am winter...cold and hard and hard to take....
and I am summer...hot and ripe and playful
and I am autumn...colorful, tantalizing and good enough to eat
and I am spring...forever a new beginning and a giver of life and love
if you knew me you would cross your legs when I came into the rooms because I am fierce and take no hostages
but if you knew me better, you would slide your hand to the small of my back and watch as my lips part and you and only you would know the softness of my heart
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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