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TEnPDRRETNDRES
Elementary Prize Poem
Yes, the winter is past
And the Spring comes at last
With flowers a plenty in.bloom. So I’ll saunter along,
Hear the bird’s little song.
And gather bouquets for my room.
Then I’ll fix them so neat In a vase rather sweet
On a table long side of my bed. As I go off to sleep.
I’ll take one last peep
At my roses so pink, white, and red.
p. M., 35
