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out of season
What a joy this weather brings
A sunray song in violins,
Warms the cheeks warms the heart
Ain’t it just a work of art?
Out of season better still
Value added what a thrill,
Makes one sorry to go to work
With this nature’s bestest perk,
Have a stroll rest on a bench
With its rays our thirst will quench,
Hoping that this time will last
It will be a sweetener blast.
A sunray song in violins,
Warms the cheeks warms the heart
Ain’t it just a work of art?
Out of season better still
Value added what a thrill,
Makes one sorry to go to work
With this nature’s bestest perk,
Have a stroll rest on a bench
With its rays our thirst will quench,
Hoping that this time will last
It will be a sweetener blast.
Published 28th Jan 2020
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