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Life of Spring

I stepped outside,
I could hear the sound of birds,
And sound of dogs barking.
The dripping sound of snow melting off the roof,
Kids laughing and playing.
Of how I wish,
that it could be me playing,
But no I can't,
Not after what happened to me,
last spring.



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