Picture from Pinterest. O lord, the heat on days of summer are loud  The cool on winter are, a cruel and brutal proud  The naked trees on autumn are on oldest occupation  Where the spring just gives it lovely perfumes  Still these humanity, don't bow the loving seasons  Humans just complain what does prevailed Lovely the lady, more is she needed for her beauty  Besides her earthly defects and bruises are bounty  Never would everyone confess the rude truths ever  Just they say, it was with which they are brought  Which every creature downloads the goodness not really  Whilst, don't they think the precious nature always real Oh!!! My lord, save the fool from lots of dying pool A complaint origin with r...
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