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Springtime

The sun rises slowly
And grass starts to sway
The birds are all crowing
It's a brand new day

The eggs are all hatching
Baby birds emerge
And wait with beaks snapping
For food from Mother Bird

A rose bud is sprinkled
With early morning dew
And is crisp as I cut it
To give it to you





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