AUTHOR'S NOTE: The date on this horrid item appears to be 11-4-89 (if so, that means I had just turned thirteen). Keep that in mind when reading, please. And I thought my MODERN poetry was bad...
The trees are starting to sprout, Little animals scurry about. Oooooh! It's Spring, I see everything From daffodils to rainbow trout. The sun is warming the air, Raindrops fall everywhere Ooooooh! It's Spring, I feel everything As the March wind blows through my hair. Birds are chirping in their nests, Children aren't stopping to rest. Ooooooh! It's Spring, I hear everything And I know I like this season best!
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