The Wordsmiths Book 2021

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Autumn leaves, Oh, now he's leaving! Winter frost, Who's he running from? Spring flowers, He can't but flounder. Summer breeze, he's now not breathing. Autumn leaves, And now she's learning. Winter frost, He's forgiven her frowns. Spring flowers, She's back at the head of the flock. Summer Breeze, And now she bakes him bread.

Penelope Deacon

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