Charlotte's web

Charlotte:  The autumn days grow short and cold; / It's Christmas time again. / Then snows of winter slowly melt. / The day grows short, / And then... / He turns the seasons around, / And so she changes... her gown: / Mother Earth... and Father Time.

Charlotte:   How very special are we... / For just a moment... to be... / Part of life's... eternal... rhyme.

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Day 12/365 "Life is a "trip"...."