She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: "Winter is dead."
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If winter is dead, what's all this white stuff falling from the sky all afternoon?
2 comments:
If winter is dead, what's all this white stuff falling from the sky all afternoon?
-L in Portland
daffodils are my favorite.
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