In my box of special things that mom saved from my school days is a poem that I must have written in 4th grade. (It's in cursive.) Spring inspired me to write "When there's no icicles, There'll be bicycles." And so today that was true.
I have another poem inspired by this year's weather.WINTER WINTER ICE WINTER ICE WINTEr
WINTer WINter WInter Winter
winter spring winter winter SPRING
winter spring spring SNOW spring
SPRING SPRING SPRIIIIIIING!
Because we all know there will be more snow in there somewhere.
Chuck was then inspired to write this one about Gotland.
WINTER WINTER WINter spring spriing spriiing spriiing SPRING SPRIING SUMMER FALL.
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