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| 'Soo Soo' 1/6/12 |
Spring whispered, I'm here, watch for me, by your windowsill.
Summer came close slowly, to taste the sweet spring days.
Speared and spun brilliant gold, warmed all, with burnished rays.
Autumn bowed, then blustered, leaves, yellow, red over rich grass,
Unveiled trees, to reveal, a pristine landscape, breathed from the past.
Tushie 2/6/12
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