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Spring is Everywhere
Hints of spring are everywhere, Her scent's outside my door. As sprigs of green, peek through the earth, I long for what's in store. Catalogs of plants and seeds, Pile up beside my chair. My garden, I begin to plan, Cause spring is in the air. At dawn the song of birds, I hear. The trees are all in bud. Once again, inside my door, Are tell tale tracks of mud. A curse on old man winter, I hang flowers on my door. You're not welcome here, until next year, Be gone, I say, no more. Cool wet nights and warm damp days, Winters icy grip grows weaker. The frogs sing out their serenade, The night song of the peeper. Then one morn, a crocus blooms, Unfurled purple, on display. Joyously I am assured, Spring is here to stay.
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