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Seasons In Cinquain Every Spring, I: Melt away in rainfall, wash away my tears. Take the seeds from storage, bury all my fears. Every Summer I: Blow up gunpowder In a Kansas wind. Become mosquito bait, Let the sun burn my skin. Every Autumn I: Eat a gingerbread man. Go on a diet. Throw away a pumpkin. Start putting on fat. Every Winter I: Tell all my sled stories. Spare a half-penny. Believe in Santa Clause. Chop down a fir tree. And once in awhile, whenever I can I dream of tomorrow and a vacation. |
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