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Spring Rains BeginSpring rains begin So the flowers can grow, Song birds fly passed My bedroom window. I can't wait to see The first flowers of spring bloom, Pick beautiful, bold roses And smell their sweet perfume. Feel the morning rain Upon my tired face, Spring rains begin And old flowers are replaced. Copyright Cynthia Jones Apr.1/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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