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In the summer, the sun shines bright
In the winter, the snow falling is white
In the fall, the sky is gray
In the spring, daisies grow all day
finally at the end of the year
It starts all over again, it’s all nice and clear

This poem was written/submitted by Sarah Laasri.

Category: Nature Poems
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