While roses have called it a year,
My strawberry’s full of good cheer.
Its fruit, bright and red,
Defying winter’s tread,
A rebel that laughs at the drear.
While roses have called it a year,
My strawberry’s full of good cheer.
Its fruit, bright and red,
Defying winter’s tread,
A rebel that laughs at the drear.
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