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Seasoned ( from the diary of a mad woman)
Spring hath come and gone
and for a wondrous moment Summer shone
Alas as no Autumn comes hither
Let us in Winter wither . . .
and for a wondrous moment Summer shone
Alas as no Autumn comes hither
Let us in Winter wither . . .
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