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Spring Is Here At last At Last

spring is here
at last at last
wind blowing clouds
like gossamer glass
smells fill the air
the flowers are calling
bees making honey
with love and pollen
watching dandilions
is a glorious affair
while slinging their fluff
all thru the air
It seems I'm not
the only one
to jump with joy
here comes the sun
I hop and skip
accross a lawn
I twirl around
till I have fallen
I dance a happy
springtime dance
lay on the grass
where sprinklers splash
a sweet little inchworm
crosses my toe
take your time little one
just go with the flow
my spring my spring
is here for now
the sun stands up
to take a bow
Written by shaunda
Published | Edited 15th Apr 2013
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