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Cherry BlossomsThere is a sweet fragrence floating upon the breeze. Its wonderful aroma entices me to no end. Though I try to resist it's calling is too strong, and I must go where it leads. So merrily I follow it back to the orchard where the cherry blossoms delightedly wave at me. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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