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the tulips

I miss the tulips
they came with rain and warm weather
arriving at the front step
each morning dew settled
on each petal
they came with spring
after the singing of birds returned
my tulips were sure to follow
soon to come
my tulips were pink and red and yellow
next to my black front door





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