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Abigail Whitby Fiege - Mike Maggio
Spring springs up on me While winter’s wind enters A different place. Somewhere it is welcome— Not here. Spring surprises me with its scents, Sending sweet aromas of freshly mowed grass While I bask in the sunlight. And I might fall asleep in the lawn While the birds chirp, Singing their sweet, sweet songs: Melodies