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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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