THE SMILING SEASON OF ALL YEARS. THE BRIGHTEST IN ITS COLORS AND NATURE. THE BOOK'S PAGES OF THE YEAR STARTS HERE. I SEE IT SMILING WHEN IT COMES. FLOWERS, ROSES, LILACS, DAFFODILS, AND ALL KINDS OF BIRDS ARE ALL HERE. SPRING ALWAYS SMILES TO ALL YEARS.
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