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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Poetry Month where is spring?

Oh Dare it not..
neath a cold wind  it blew by
Lost midst the months old leaves
brand new daffodil fronds curled from cold
dash a jab of yellow   
not the sun
where oh where is spring?
my sneezes bode of its arrival
while my chilly nose and toes await
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