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Mar 2012
The smell of lilac fills the air,
its way to much than I can bare.
Its closing in, coming near,
this, is what I fear.

I know it happens, maybe to soon?
Though all I hear is a merrily tune.
Echoing through the woods and trees,
as if it is laughing at me.
I push through it until the end,
stopping with that happy grin.
Nicole Williamson
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