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The wind rustled the trees in an ever so menacing way, the mid November air bit at my cheeks and nose as I walked down the sidewalk. Autumn lea..

What is up? What is down? Lead me to this empty town, Don't you frown , For I will always be around. What is up? What i..

I cried as I drove away, You held me as I laughed. I couldn’t stop thinking of the way you held my hand, Or the way you said ..

This is all I have come up with so far. It's a work in progress.

Britney N. Writing