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| April by © vatooz Like a cold locomotive Skinny stork like legs Straining to move those Large steel wheels of spring. Winters last hill laughing In the face of innocence Tiny pink blossoms Branching out like explosions Against a warm spring sky Like those fireworks in July. They do not get time to wonder If things will go just right Like a giant wave or a sunset Train whistles fading In the night. |
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