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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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Glena Waterhouse
<p>Great job for your second poem ever! I can see that you are putting more thought in</p><p>your work!</p>

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