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Poem: Spring cometh…

Spring cometh …

Without a fuss

Our lawn turns green

And crocuses bloom

Songbirds

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Take over our neighborhood

Above the chorus,

The finch's song ...

Perfect coda

To winter

When robins and cardinals

Reappear

For those few moments of dawn

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I forget my ailments

Cares of the day past

May the songbirds

Lift your spirits, too!

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