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Spring ©

Anne Dickson
Irvine, Scotland
2006

The Spring is coming,
can't you feel it?
Beg it, borrow, even steal it.
It really is too good to miss.
Won't forget it's precious kiss.

Freshness of that green won't last.
Once it's missed, it's in the past.
Seize the moment, don't regret.
Don't let it slip through the net.

Beauty is too rare to waste.
The world is yours to smell and taste
Winter days are bleak and long
so go and join in Spring's sweet song



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