Youth springs eternal, but does our lower back?
Sprung Spring

Spring has sprung,
Uncovered dung.
What was white,
Now is blight.
Hoe and rake,
Back breaks.
Cut and trim,
Vision dims.
Plant seeds,
More than needs.
Won’t be long,
‘fore sing that song.
Grass is dry,
Open up sky.
Flowers grow,
Heart bestows.
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