Elizabeth Wrobel Biography

It all starts today,
Sun, games, and outdoor play.
Waves crashing and breaking on the shore,
Sand laying there, all piled up, just begging for more.
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When snow falls,
The winter calls.
Time for snowmen to be built,
Time for sledding down the hill,
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When the bright sunlight shines upon your face,
And snow vanishes without a trace,
You think of different ways,
To spend your summer days,
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The only season who has names of two,
Autumn or fall? Which is preferable to you?
The season between the summer, humid and hot,
And the bitter cold winter's slot.
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This morning I took a deep breath of fresh air,
I saw two butterflies on those flowers over there.
Rabbits were running all around,
I blew the white fluff off a dandelion, and it scattered to the ground.
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