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The colourful calendar 💕

The colourful calendar 💕

I see the tiny bud that opens

I hear the bird that sings

Amidst the season of Summertime with all the happiness it brings

I watch yon radiant rainbow 

After those sprinkling April showers

Delighting in what Mother nature offers whilst she waters all her flowers

And as I stare up to those twinkling stars that sparkle all aglow

I cannot help but feel over the moon as I stand in awe below

As I Thank the good Lord up above for showing me such splendour

I look forward to all the marvellous months ahead with enthusiasm, to take me thru the colourful calendar… 
 

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Being Me

This is really beautiful, Jill, it truly is. All of the months hold there own special nuances and each season has it's own unique power. A glorious poem in honour of the year's cycle. It flows superbly well 💕 x

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Jill Tait

AwwwThanking you so kindly ❤️🌹❤️

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Greg Etsell

wonderful poem as 
aways 
good  morning Jill!!!!!!!!

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Jill Tait

Good morning Greg & Thanking you as always my friend ❤️💕❤️

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Marion

Superb as usual Mrs tait 💜💜💜

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Jill Tait

Awww hi my lovely lass & ❤️🌹❤️

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