2024
The new year arrives as a baby,
will this year be great maybe.
Winter will turn into spring,
the birds will chirp and sing.
Summer turns into fall,
is 2024 being great to all.
We are back to the end of this year,
we can party and give 2025 a huge new cheer.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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