The Season for Me (Sonnet)

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The flower blooms,

The birds sing,

There the sun looms,

And here is Spring!

The animals come out to play,

When they see the sun,

They stay outside all day,

Where they frolic and run.

The month of April bring showers,

That help the plants grow,

The month of May bring flowers,

Where they bring such a show!

As you can see,

The season of Spring is for me!

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