I here loved it as it is,Not tell, do not count —Spring, loved spring,And winter for the white,And the sullen summer heat,And autumn with Mobil the deal special,get to Know him don’t try.She leads me secretly,And every time for the first time,with a Jingling of keys and a lock,In such pantries,which really captures duhot of crimson and gold,And the voice — and deep and deaf —I said slowly slugs said once.