jane tomlin


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As the Autumn leaves are falling
I hear the wind your name it’s calling.

As the dark nights draw in further
I hear the wind, it’s voice a murmur.

As the conkers fall off the trees
I hear it whistle, an Autumn breeze.

As the flying birds migrate
Quickly before it’s too late.


– Jane Tomlin



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Icy snowflakes fall to the ground
Softly, silently not a sound.

Snowmen stand grand and tall
Covered in white face and all.

Inside the fire burns bright
Lie next to me, stay all night.

Icicles are melting and the snowmen
See you next year, we’ll be together again.

– Jane Tomlin


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