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Originally Posted by Spexxvet
Autumn barks occasionally at a wandering squirrel...
Winter covers itself in a blanket of snow...
Spring opens it's shell, revealing a pearl....
Summer nurtures grass, which I must mow...
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Autumn barks occasionally at a wandering squirrel...
Winter paints a tracery, bare and chaste...
Spring knows she's muddy, but fecund and virile...
Summer dries out the bonfire to burn the waste...