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When Winter’s harsh and chilly grasp is lost
It’s not to gentle days of sun and cheer.
Nor is it frozen as before with frost
It’s met with rain and windy days I fear.
Then Spring her entrance comes like painted song
She soothes away the dreary dreadful days
With greens and colors bright which we have long
Awaited; scents and seasons soon segue—
Into sweet Summer’s welcomed warmth, we sigh.
This never-ending dance through time we flow
And summer days and nights just tend to fly
Too fast before we see Fall’s rust tableau.
It’s Summer’s segue, wrought with warmth we crave
As through the changing seasons we must brave.
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