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AT LAST IT'S SPRING
I'M SURE I SAW A ROBIN, JUST THE OTHER DAY.
SITTING ON A TREE LIMB, PASSING THE TIME AWAY
THE TREES ARE STARTING TO LEAF OUT
THE HYACINS AND TULIPS ARE STARTING TO SPROUT
THE FEEL OF SPRING IS IN THE AIR
THE BIRDS AND SQUIRRLES ARE EVERYWHERE
THE GRASS IS GREENING UP WITH RAIN,
IT'LL SOON BE TIME TO MOW AGAIN.
THE DAYS ARE LONGER, THE SUN SO BRIGHT
THE COLORS OF SPRING ARE PURE DELIGHT
IT WONT BE LONG 'TIL SUMMER'S HERE
THE JOY OF SPRING WILL DISAPPEAR
Copyright © Shirley Sasek
2009
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AT LAST IT`S SPRING
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