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Apr 2015
Winter ended up six feet high and weighing down on us;
With a brief sun came the melt, which only hardened everything.
Now, in the continued thaw, we are washed away.
But spring drinks heartily to gain the roots of what is left;
And we happily give way to its hopefulness.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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