Dear Lady E., your gift will wing Across the seas and miles, From me to you this gift will go To wrap your face with smiles. But Lady E., problems arose -- Terrible ones, you bet! Your present will come, but Lady E., I haven't sent it yet. Dear Lady E., discourage not, For it's quite ready to go. But the postman doesn't do pickups, And I'm bound in with snow. I hope your gift you will enjoy -- It deals with Time and Seasons And Life and suchlike things, And I can't make the scansion work, but "Seasons" rhymes with "Reasons."
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