The seasons by Darci SH
Snow drifts on my leather coat.
Rustling leaves on the field crunch with my black shiny boots.
On the field I make snow angels.
my mum grabs my coat and I go outside.
Snow drifts on my leather coat.
Rustling leaves on the field crunch with my black shiny boots.
On the field I make snow angels.
my mum grabs my coat and I go outside.
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