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Seasons
The gentle egg's shell breaks open,
The chick inside is free,
The daffodils lie bright and sunny,
Dainty as can be.
The boiling sun shines down strongly,
The butterflies flit by,
The green grasshoppers chirrup loudly,
White clouds drift by in a summer sky.
The crispy leaf floats to the ground,
Golds and rusten reds,
Harvesters gather their fruits,
Gath'ring lettuce from it's bed.
The days are short and freezing cold,
The trees are naked, bare,
But Christmas comes up fast and quick,
So give some gifts and share.
©2007 Megan Read
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