Spring Goes, Summer Comes
The little darling, Spring,
Has run away;
The sunshine grew too hot for her to stay.
She kissed her sister, Summer,
And she said:
"When I am gone, you must be queen instead."
Now reigns the Lady Summer,
Round whose feet
A thousand fairies flock with blossoms sweet.
Enjoy your holiday weekend!
Cheers...
Agnes
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