Nice calm day
Children out playing
Joggers and runners and sprinters
Loosing excess weight.
And I too am one of them
But I don't as much
Come winter
Hate the chill
Hate to do a spill
Injure my self.
But they say walk inside a mall
I have done so
Now when the temp reads
Which shall be soon
Fifty degree
Such sight to see
To feel
Thank god
That spring
Shall soon be here
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