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There was no Spring this year.
The day after Winter left,
Summer arrived, hotness and all.
Spring tried to join in several times,
but every time she but in,
Fall immediately took her place,
leaving behind a crispness in the air that,
mingled in with Summer’s heat, left me confused.
Where did Spring go?
Now if that was a poem about England it would say: What is Summer? I’ve heard the rest of the world talking about it. I want some,too.
Or something like that.
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Hahahaha I’ve heard quite a bit about like England like that Rain seems to be a season and that it’s pretty much year round….over here though, it’s pretty hot but I can see how you’d want Summer hahaha
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