SeasonsA Poem by WoollizaLemonade Stand Condensation An ice cube
settles In a glass of
lemonade
Harvest Moon Beneath the full
moon’s glow Plump pumpkins" Ready for harvest First Frost A cold morning" Brown boots tread On frosty
soil Easter Morning A gentle breeze And a grassy field Dotted with
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Added on October 27, 2016 Last Updated on October 27, 2016 |

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