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May 2018
When black locusts are in bloom,
Their sweet blooms are prolific.
When it comes to sweet flowers,
They sure are ones terrific.

Black locust flowers are sweet.
When they grow wild they are free.
Due to the trees' profuse thorns,
Picking them is not easy.

Their fragrance can be carried,
By the wind from blocks away.
It's when their blooms start to fade,                                                  
Their fragrance we wish would stay.

Though their blooms will disappear,
We'll yearn their return next year.
Written by
joseph g schelling
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       ---, Wordmancer and CjordanK
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