Fight Of A Buffalo With Wolves

Poem By James McIntyre

Spring never comes sad, but Always comes laughing and happy Because it was born like this A long, long time ago To be our laughing season That hugs all of us happily And we play happily in its Well-dressed uniform, We all love Spring's laughing face, So we call it the laughing season.

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