Fall leaves turn brown and fall to the ground leaving us to rake up its remains Spring tulips spring from the soft soil of the damp ground— then out comes the sun Summer warm grass, people pass lots of fun. I am very sad when it is done Winter Sharp bits of ice hit my face as I walk through the cold raging blizzard. (four haiku)
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