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Winter's demise

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Spring is here to stay,
we are no longer in the fray.
People stop to smell the air,
me, I don't even care.

Freshly cut grass is an odor I love.
The mower, however, is not.
From my spot I can see a dove,
and the Spring air makes me desire a cot.





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