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| Spring Dream |
| Winter shrouds the land with dismal shades of gray. My soul in desperation begins to dream of spring. Come out my little lovelies, dance daintily on the stage. Vanquish winter's shroud that stifles nature's play. Burst forth in all your finery and color eye's dim view. Engage me with your beauty and I will sing with you. |
| by: Joanne Warrick Copyright 2001 |
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