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House PlantsI enjoy having plants in the house it reminds me so much of Spring, smelling the mud, after its watered means to me, everything. Winter may blanket the Earth but, Spring will be here once again, the frost in the ground, will be gone flowers will blossom, with the rain. The colors of them are brilliant being hugged by the warmth of the sun, I can not wait when Spring has really begun. Copyright Cynthia Jones Mar.20/2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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