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My Friend Spring
By Timothy
As winter says her last goodbye Blue skies peak in.
Naked trees stand anxious for their new attire As the wind blows.
The evergreens stand tall
Awaiting the arrival of their feathered friends. Frozen fields soon soften as daisies erupt. Welcome back my dear friend, Spring.


































































































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