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Sunday, March 16, 2025

Spring

 Sun and gentle breezes in spring
Wake life alive in everything.
Birds gliding and soaring back,
New nestlings taking wing.

Flowers and trees bounce back.
God sets the table with pleasure
With bounty we cannot measure.
The delights Spring can bring!



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nice poem.

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