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Two little clouds on April day

Went sailing across the sky.

They went so fast that they bumped their heads,

And both began to cry.



The big round sun came out and said,

"Oh, never mind, my dears,

I'll send all my sunbeams down

To dry your fallen tears."

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phycoassassin
06:47 Oct 10 2017

This is so cute i like it.

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GRTR1
12:48 Dec 14 2019

nice

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NOKTURNL
03:25 Dec 17 2019

good stuff

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Aclahayr
21:31 Jan 15 2020

great

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The cock is crowing,

The stream is flowing,

The small birds twitter,

The green field sleeps in the sun;

The oldest and youngest

Are at work with the strongest;

The cattle are grazing,

Their heads never raising;

There are forty feeding like one!



Like an army defeated

The snow hath retreated,

And now doth fare ill

On the top of the bare hill;

The ploughboy is wooping-anon-anon:

There's joy in te mountains;

There's life in the fountains;

Small clouds are sailing,

Blue sky prevailing;

The rain is over and gone!

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phycoassassin
06:49 Oct 10 2017

This is one is very good, nice adaptation of a classic.

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The year's at the spring,

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at sven;

The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in His heaven---

All's right with the world!

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phycoassassin
06:49 Oct 10 2017

I love it.

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January brings the snow,

Makes our feet and fingers glow.



February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.



March brings breezes, loud and shrill,

To stir the dancing daffodil.



April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daisies at our feet.



May brings flocks of petty lambs

Skipping by their fleecy dams.



June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children's hands with posies.



Hot July brings cooling showers,

Apricots, and gillyflowers.



August brings the sheaves of corn,

Then the harvest home is borne.



Wam September brings the fruits;

Sportsmen then begin to shoot.



Fresh October brings the pheasant;

Then to gather nuts is pleasant.



Dull November brings the blast;

Then the leaves are whirling fast.



Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

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phycoassassin
06:52 Oct 10 2017

These poems are amazing.

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