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Seasons

Sweat trickles down to form a salty pool

 

Every day, the nefarious sun glowers from above


After, moist dead leaves lay patiently on the floor


Soon, an hour will be regained and the wind’s whistle will be rejuvenating


Or one will sit tight for the exciting refrigerated outdoors


Notice the noteworthy finishing touches to the classy snowman?


Sometime later, new life will sprang in colors from all around




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