In response to prompt : Glorious
The Glorious days of Summer is ending,
It’s time we welcome fall without thinking.
Then there is winter ready to greet us,
The thought of snow makes me fuss.
I guess I must get used to the seasons,
Or else I’ll always be sad without reason.
Make it quick Fall, Winter and Spring,
So Summer comes down with its wing!
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