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Rejuvenation Our Seasons are diverse. They are often explained in a poetic verse. Each year one is followed by another. We decide which, to us, is dearer. Four months they come to entertain. It's their duty to campaign. Over a short time they do transport, They are seen most often in a weather report. Day in and out they do move, Through the year and in a groove. It's but a short time, they depart, They follow their course, like a chart. Slowly they pass and seem to fade. Each rotates like a carnival arcade. One slips away another will generate. Its own special beauty it will create! Each season will hold an exhibit. Always encompassing, never does it prohibit. Each special period doth sustain and ebb. It is similar to the spider's web. God planned this ongoing attraction. Seasons come and go to His satisfaction.
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