It feels wild and a beautiful time, wind breathing on your face, the trees dancing around. It’s when I’m hyper Kids playing Other kids in the house reading. A wonderful time.
The seasons are ticking away Like the clock on the wall: Winter three hours Spring three hours Summer three hours Fall three hours If you compare the seasons to a clock Twelve numbers on a clock Twelve months in a year Make the hours months And you have about Three months per season.
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