“Seasons” by Toni Newell

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Seasons?

 

Winter’s here,

Autumn’s gone,

Next we know,

Spring’s along.

Time just flies,

It’s hard to say,

Which season,

We’re in today.

Winter’s cold,

Frost or not,

Spring is wet

Summer’s hot.

It used to be,

Seasons defined,

But not today,

They seem entwined.

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