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My Spring poem

March 27, 2013
By Anonymous

Spring what a lovely time of year the birds chirp the bees buzzing in the air.
As I see flowers bloom I smell the sweet smells of spring, when I see trees have green leaves I think of new birth on a majestic day.
When I see the sun in the morning I’ll run in the spring time warmth.
I feel the sun on my back as if I was cold it warms me,

I see people run in the sun; I think there is no better season than spring because that starts a new beginning.
The green grass I lay in watching the clouds pass by I think to myself what a beautiful sunny day.



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