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Four Seasons In Day
One day is stunning, the next a flop.
But who is the judge, and how to tell
good day from bad, a run of mill slop.
Dance in the rain after long dry spell.
Run inside from rain in garden shop.
Sunny days in winter are just swell,
in summer, when will the hot days stop?
Nights are stifling hot, stuffy as well.
Four Seasons in Best Days - Smorgasbord!
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