That brilliant gift shall so enrich me,
Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me.”
“‘Tis done!” says Jove; so ends my story,
And Winter once rejoiced in glory.
- Robert Burns, Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday.
HAPPY SPRING TRAINING.
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