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         I breath in the cool, crisp air

         I love this time of year

         Not too warm, not too cold

         It's the next season that I fear



         I bundle up in heavy clothes

         Slipping and sliding through the snow

         Icy wind cutting into me

         I long for the warmth of spring



         I shed the heavy coat

         Feel warm rain on my face

         Watch the greenery come back to life

      The teasing warm weather has me longing for the hot sun



         I dive into a pool of water

         I soak up the rays of the sun

         I complain that its just too hot

         I want to breath in the cool, crisp air