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Jun 2018
Can these wildflowers' scent
lure me to a high of
when things weren't so wild
and we could predict
the oncoming spring
and what this season would bring
I guess, in a way,
the wild times have come to a close
I just have to remember
to stop
and have a word with those flowers
and ask them
when they think I'll spring
The air tells me many things
and I think my time will come
6/4/18
Abigail Hobbs
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Abigail Hobbs  22/F/Washington
(22/F/Washington)   
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