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Seasons


Red, orange, yellow, brown.

A Technicolor, rainbow town.

Children go outside and play.

Even though the clouds are grey.

 

White, silver, grey, blue.

Before my eyes a snowman grew.

The flakes of snow all fall around.

And make a blanket on the ground.

 

Green, yellow, purple, pink.

The plants and flowers take a drink.

The smell of rain is ever near.

And spring’s the best time of the year.

 

Blue, yellow, orange, tan.

I put my foot into the sand.

Mosquitoes sip blood through a straw.

I scratch my arm until it’s raw.

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