If on a sunny summer’s day
I walked along a rambling way
Through trees and fields of new mown hay
What profit would it bring me?
Or if in autumn I did ride
Upon a boat washed by the tide
To find a place where I could hide
What pleasure would it give me?
Perhaps in winter I could run
And slide with children having fun
Or throw a snowball at someone
What lessons would it teach me?
If in the spring I watched the trees
Or saw the way a sparrow sees
The spiders and the humming bees
What happiness would greet me?
In summer, autumn, winter, spring
Whatever weather they would bring
If I could give to you a ring
What wond’rous love would fill me.
so very pretty.
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Thank you, Beth.
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Stunning, Michael
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Thank you, Audrey. I was getting worried about being blocked.
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I don’t see how that could ever be possible.
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Believe me. It’s possible!
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Okay, true, possible…but I fail to see why they would want to.
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Oops. Talking at cross purposes.
I meant writer’s block!
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Giggle
Makes sense now!
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😂
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Incredibly lovely
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Thank you Ashley. Glad you like it.
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Heartfelt!
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Thank you Beverly. I’m glad you like it.
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I like that ☺
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Thank you.
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