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A hidden lance of green To pierce the grip of winter's icy breath As sharp as kitten claws Yet delicate as painted window frost The herald calling softly Rousing far more mighty forms to wake from sleep Spring has begun
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
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A hidden lance of green To pierce the grip of winter's icy breath As sharp as kitten claws Yet delicate as painted window frost The herald calling softly Rousing far more mighty forms to wake from sleep Spring has begun
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
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