It all starts today,
Sun, games, and outdoor play.
Waves crashing and breaking on the shore,
Sand laying there, all piled up, just begging for more.
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When snow falls,
The winter calls.
Time for snowmen to be built,
Time for sledding down the hill,
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When the bright sunlight shines upon your face,
And snow vanishes without a trace,
You think of different ways,
To spend your summer days,
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The only season who has names of two,
Autumn or fall? Which is preferable to you?
The season between the summer, humid and hot,
And the bitter cold winter's slot.
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This morning I took a deep breath of fresh air,
I saw two butterflies on those flowers over there.
Rabbits were running all around,
I blew the white fluff off a dandelion, and it scattered to the ground.
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Generations of love, family tales that show,
How true love can last, how it can really grow.
It was written in God's will, the stage was set,
Long before your ancestors ever met.
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How did that stretch of road get the name the Million Dollar Highway?
I once read some suggestions on a bulletin board in Ouray.
Did someone find a million dollars there?
Or someplace that is very near?
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Sitting on the soft white sand,
I gaze across the ocean to another land.
Beyond the horizon, I'm limited to what I see,
So I enlist my imagination to create a scene for me.
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National Media coverage heard all around,
Though you can't buy tickets anywhere in town.
Just look outside and watch it cry down your window pane,
Listen to the weatherman when he predicts the rain.
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Walking down the street,
Puddles forming at my feet.
Taking a big juicy bite,
Of a Georgia Peach so ripe.
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