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Apr 2018
The snow fell light and sifted
through last night's bitter cold
but look, the world has shifted
and winter lost his hold.

The soil is rich and warming
and every fallen flake
will nourish green things growing
as seeds begin to wake.
Written by
Claire  18/F/NY
(18/F/NY)   
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