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As I write with my pen,
the sun shines, tiny buds pushing the earth away, any poem about Spring. A smile on my face, Spring is near, so near. Nature painting its glorious colours. Snowdrops lifting their heads to the sun. Leaves unfold,triumphant in their splendour. Beauty in its wonder fills me with hope. Dawn's new yearning as Spring casts its dreams upon the world. Saxonlass 2006
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