Ticking Clock

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The birds are twiddling in the air,

Singing their songs without a care


The flowers are blooming

as we move into summer you can hear the fireworks booming


The time comes for leaves to dance in the autumn breeze

The snow falls so we know this year will end


We stay waiting wondering how so fast a new year will begin.

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