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It’s spring again
I will sit on my porch again Smelling white blossoms again On vines with thick green leaves. Waffled in fragrances of peace again Enlisting the warmth of the sun again Guaranteed reasons its for specifications I am twelve, I am gifted with appreciation. The vine is mine again To embrace its glory again Touching and fully grasping again Rare moments of happy living My breathing is refined again Made purer by childhood time again Its spring again My playthings are here Earthene Fleming August 1, 2009
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