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LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Spring Those first words, the first steps hinting At resignation. Babies growing… Summer Caps in the air, they soar like dreams,Mom’s smile shines bright, it went so fast, it seems. Autumn Boxes stacked high, a bittersweet chill,She whispers, “You’re ready,” as light wavers still. WinterAn ivory dance, love’s tender embrace,Mom lets go Read more