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Apr 2018
daffodils are one of my favorite things
they spring up from the earth
often unannounced
in places you never knew they were
empty lots, parks, and such

they arrive
reach for the sun like an old friend
follow the light from sun up to set
brighten the day of passersby
if only for a short time
soon they’ll hide
buried in the ground
don’t fret
they'll always be back in March
Hillary B
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Hillary B  27/F/Oregon
(27/F/Oregon)   
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     Samantha, --- and kelly solanum
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