Winter Chill killed,
Woolen wardrobes gone;
Warmer days are fast;
Summer here at last.
Spring came with a spurt,
Summer here at last.
Nature’s mission I trust,
Summer here at last.
Woolen wardrobes gone;
Warmer days are fast;
Summer here at last.
Autumn hours are soothing,
Winter a blast;Spring came with a spurt,
Summer here at last.
Seminaries would be rested,
Retreat and vested;Nature’s mission I trust,
Summer here at last.
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