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Jun 2019
heated air swirled 'round
my barefoot toes
the grass sat wet and dull
i heard the birds chirp confused
and my heart fluttered like their wings
tress budded red
only to be frozen
false starts and heart attacks
after the groundhog saw his shadow.
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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