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In the fresh newness of spring
I hear the robins sing.
The sight of their return can make
A fever burn.
Spring fever is an elation for a fresh
Time of Gods creation!

Knee deep in snow, waiting for 
those Robins to fly by, but when
It happens, I'm sure they'll bring a happy 
Song for all to sing!
The  nice part of winter:
There are no Bees that sting!

So snowflakes pile up from the sky and drift from
Distance high, ice and, chill fills the hills
Missing springtime flowers thrills.
So sing it high sing it low, grab a shovel
and move some snow!
(Winter must make a show)





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