December 17, 2009
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Old-fashioned picture perfect snowfall here
Deciding waiting for the lighting sun
Peculiar creatures scurry very near
Collecting jacket mittens for some fun

The snowflakes are dissolving rather fast
The sunray’s heat is hot against my cheeks
A flower blossoms hoping it will last
The baby bird unable alone squeaks

As spring becomes equator feeling now
The sprinkler can refresh and cool us down
The summer’s breath too hot it does not bow
So long eternal time does slowly drown

And every year the trees are changing shade
In time with winds the leaves’ complexions fade

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