Poetry

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The summertime have slipped  away;said goodbye just yesterday,the autumeaves fall to the ground,
some are asleep on pavement's in a heap,until gale gusts wake them up,into wheelbarrow they be
gathered then,so farewell to them,winter soon will follow on ,will snow not soon too go,
youngster's will make some snowball's grow,into a snowman as he did know;until Sun breaks through,
then mister snowman become's mister who;no more flakes of snow,am now just mister no,
where do summer and winter go,ask the clouds;well they should know.
Joe.

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