Auntie Comments

Eternal spring how dear and boggling can you be. You come again like an auntie with a cherry pie. And again and again every year.
And we have to rejoice. And revel and sing. How tiresome to have to be happy.
If you arrived in the midst of winter a stranger you would be. And if in the midst of summer you would go unnoticed.
But you come when you have to. Like the auntie that comes out when the cold goes away. You are strange in dress like her. A bit too floral.
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