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Counting Spring
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The winter is like spring
Today
Not cold,
Blustery
Keep your balloons inside
It will turn back
He saw his shadow, after all
(don’t worry—he’s not
so accurate)
We’ll need balm to fly the kite
Warmth to whet the wind
That’s when spring
Is real
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C L Couch
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Photo by Emanuel Haas on Unsplash
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