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The crocuses are calling
The winters snows are melting,
Nourishing the earth. ..
The crocuses are calling,
From their slumbering hearth.
Planted from,
Two seasons gone,
The time is almost right. ..
To push on through,
And feel the suns delight.
All winter they were sleeping,
In the frozen ground,
Waiting for their calling. ..
The time is here and now.
The blooms they have are tiny,
Small when you compare. ..
But say to all who listen,
Spring is the air.
Nourishing the earth. ..
The crocuses are calling,
From their slumbering hearth.
Planted from,
Two seasons gone,
The time is almost right. ..
To push on through,
And feel the suns delight.
All winter they were sleeping,
In the frozen ground,
Waiting for their calling. ..
The time is here and now.
The blooms they have are tiny,
Small when you compare. ..
But say to all who listen,
Spring is the air.
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The crocuses are calling
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