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Apr 2019
No special scent
Nor frilly flair
No graceful length
From earth still bare
No hint of pride
Or zingy zoom
No bees hover
Cool days gloom.
Yet every year
It wins the race
First sign of spring,
An honored place.
Written by
Raven Howell
94
       Rich Hues and sue
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