Amy’s Riddle

Sometimes sitting smaller than another.

Like a maze with memories about.

Keeping the unwanted out.

It is okay when the rain pours and the seasons change.

But not always when mother natures rage appears.

With a little tender loving care, I am ready for the next year.

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