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January
Betty Hattersley |
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Just peeping through the window a cold day once again,
A Robin hops upon a branch, I see him now and then.
No leaves adorn the tree's as yet, we'll have to wait awhile,
Underneath the frosted ground flowers sleep now in the soil.
A little bulb pops out of bed reaching for the light,
Red berries brighten up the place, there's also some in white.
Young flowers, birds and animals, are about to start anew,
January starts the year, just for me and you!
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