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Twelve Months
Spring is here, flowers blooming. Birds singing, kids playing. Summer is coming, swimming-cookouts. Hot-hot days ahead, I am roasting. Autumn cool days, need a sweater. Tree leaves falling, colors red-orange. Squirrels scampering, nuts are hidden.
Winter wonderland, white fluffy snow. Santa-gifts, everywhere I go. Year is ending, Hooray-hooray. A New Year, A new start.
Date Written: 4/14/2021
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Paula Goldsmith
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