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Jul 5
I thank thee for the sun
It brightens up the darkest day
I thank thee for the rain
It feeds  trees plants and flowers in our terrain
I’m grateful for it all
The wind may call
We have it all in our summer

But in the winter
I thank thee for the snow
Because you know
I love it so

An Autumn breeze is so nice
When the golden leaves just show
And when they drop
A carpet of golden leaves will grow

But spring is beautiful
When the little lambs are born
Bouncing in the fields
Together but never fore-lawn
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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