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Apr 2019
The first flurriesโ€™ magic has dissolved
As flakes fly yet again
Filling the view through the back windows

We long for the final triumph of spring
When muds and buds have broken through
And have been warmed by the sun

The ice crystals mount their final assault
To see if they can defeat
The coming onslaught of green
Brother Jimmy
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Brother Jimmy  M/Rochester, New York
(M/Rochester, New York)   
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