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Come May (NPM#17)

Bud
Of May
Waits its time
After crocus
Has come and now gone,
Tulips greening here starts
Then when these are done, roses
Pips its tiny heads to awake,
so begins seasons racing game
Where flora and fauna reign supremely.
Periwinkleblue
Written by Periwinkleblue
Published
Author's Note
Etheree form poem for Spring.
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