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Mar 2018
A wisp of grass
'neath gentle sun.
A chance to dance,
to leap and run.
A gust of wind,
now warm and wet,
that hints at hot -
though not quite yet.
The birds they chirp,
and bells are rung,
the time is nigh -
this spring has sprung
Mel
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Mel  24/Genderqueer
(24/Genderqueer)   
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   Jamadhi Verse
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