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Beaver Seasons

Mother Earth and Father Time
Teamed up to write a nurs'ry rhyme.
Beavers toil through Summer nights
When shooting stars are common sights.
Then they eat all they can hold
While Autumn leaves are turning gold.
Beavers dream through peaceful sleep
When Old Man Winter's snows are deep.
Robins singing near their den
Announce that Spring is here again.
Mother counts each season dear.
For Father, it's another year.
 

–Rick Kleinosky

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