The seasons
I went out on a cool fall day
Watching the leaves float in the wind
I had just the idea of what to play
So I play basketball to unwind
Before I knew it winter had come
So I ran through the snow
But couldn't play some game
Because the snow makes me numb
Soon enough it was spring
And baseball was in
So I practiced my swing
And The homerun came in
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