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Mar 2010
The crocus with fresh tendrils, hardy and alive
Fighting frost and snow just to survive.
In it's garden, cold, thin and alone.
Visual pleasure emits from ground, hard as bone.  
A beauty to behold, cherish, and covet,  
I tend the spring garden, so we all may love it.
Written by
Martin Trahbeg
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