A poem about the spring.
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A time for new beginnings
That’s what spring’s about
To hear the blackbird singing
And hear the seagulls shout.
The first buds now appearing
Both on tree and flower
I like to spend time watching
A passing April shower.
The birds are very busy
Making their new nests
They make me feel quite dizzy
Scaring unwanted guests.
The daffodils they dance and sway
As gusty winds do blow
The nights grow short to longer day
Now all things start to grow.
The spring it soon passes
Spelling better things to come
The smell of new mown grasses
And a warm and pleasant sun.
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