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No blackbird’s song at 3 am;
     No scorching summer sun;
No shorts, bikinis or sun hats;
     No deck chairs - no, not one!

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No daffodils, no primroses;
     No blossom on the trees;
No chaffinch singing in a hedge;
     No butterflies or bees.

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No weeding, watering, lawns to cut;
     No garden tool in sight;
And it seems that every swallow now
     Has taken off in flight.

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No golden leaves left on the trees,
      But cool, soft mists appear.
Bonfires, fireworks, chilly nights –
     Ah yes, November’s here.

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How sad would be our earthly lives
    Without our days of spring -
Bereft of summer’s warming sun
     And the blessings that it brings.

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How sad to not see autumn’s gold
     And softly fading sun.
How sad to miss the winter’s snow
     That brings to children fun.

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How nice to see the first snowdrop 
    And know that spring’s nearby.
You like four seasons in a year
     And for certain so do I.

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