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A short poem about an annual task that brings smiles and aches. |
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Petals of purple, and yellow, and white, as crocuses welcome the spring. Soon will come daffodils, to my delight. I love the rebirth they all bring. Tulips and hyacinths, peonies too will add to the rainbow of joy. But that all reminds me of work I must do, and alas, I'm longer a boy. |