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    Feeling Like Spring,In January


    As I awoke from slumber, thy spirit was merry
    As it was feeling like Spring, in January
    Dazzled by the beam, of the golden sun
    And the mercury was sitting on sixty-one


    Unusual it was, and quite contrary
    To have days like these in January
    No mittens....no muffs....no scarves....
    no hat
    No, not today-there would be no need for that


    Thy breeze it blew-but did not sting
    And it came with the familiarity of Spring
    With no hide, nor hair, of the North Wind fairy
    On this unseasonal day, in January


    No snow, no ice, only pleasantries
    Flowing from a warm southerly breeze
    It was a day- quite out of the ordinary
    As I developed Spring-Fever in January


    No, not even, the hiss of a fire could be heard
    Just a low, low trill--of a bird
    And I savored the day, for they are few and vary
    When it's feeling like Spring, in January.




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