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Spring (Nove Otto)I really enjoy, when spring's here My most favourite, time of year The birds sing, their beautiful tunes I love looking, at the sunsets Reminds me of the time, we met Your kisses, still make my heart swoon Going out for walks, holding hands Enjoying the warmth, of beach sands Holding each other, 'neath the moon. Copyright Cynthia Jones Mar.25/2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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