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We look back on the year with a sigh, Watching the birds passing by. We saw spring with flowers so gay, Walked for miles on a sunny day. Then Summer came with skies of blue, Holydays, crazy night dreams coming true. Now it’s autumn, what can I see, leaves falling, berries so ripe, Ready to eat such a delight. Now it is time for winter, the year almost gone, I hear a robin, singing his sweet song. Children writing letters for Santa to read, Hoping he will deliver the gifts they need. — Gillian Reid |