erine Maynard

Seasons - Poem by erine Maynard

First comes winter, with its snow frosty white.
Then springs blooms, every flower in sight.
Now we’re on to summer, the warmth is now here.
And when Fall has fallen the looks are quite dear.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010

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