THE CYCLE by Mildred Simmons

 


THE CYCLE by Mildred Simmons


Winter reminds me of snow.
Snow reminds me of Christmas.
Christmas reminds me of gifts.
Gifts reminds me of happy surprises.
Happy surprises reminds me of
Something you deserve.
Something you deserve
Reminds me of hard work.
Hard work reminds me of the first
Fallen snowflake.
The first fallen snowflake
Reminds me of winter,
Which reminds me
I don't like the cold very much.
I wish Christmas would surprise me,
And arrive as a gift in summer.





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