CIMPLE – A Curious Introvert's Musings & Photos about Life and Enjoyment

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She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,

She wore her greenest gown;

She turned to the south wind

And curtsied up and down.

She turned to the sunlight

And shook her yellow head,

And whispered to her neighbor:

“Winter is dead.”

A. A. Milne – When We Were Very Young