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Spring

Stumbled upon a hillside of bluebells

never before seen by me

in the lushly green mossily

green thickly green woods

of my wanderings and

my heart already tenderly

rendering love notes noted

that I this humble I am free

(miraculously) to be and breathe

exactly here precisely now

utterly perfectly wantonly

present for this marvel

we call simply

Spring.

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