My favorite time of the year.
I can smell sweet infatuation in the air.
People falling into it here, there, everywhere.
I smell, I see, I sense it.
I laugh, I like, I love it.
No one questions the time.
All too busy dropping a line.
Not even referring to their mind.
Quick only to listen to their prime.
Human Instincts.
~DT
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