Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.
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