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Mar 2020
Little droplets of green
speckle the woods.
High tinkling chirps is all I can hear.
Mossy bracken cobwebs the ground
and the puddles ripple as I trudge.
Liz
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Liz  London
(London)   
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       Jen, Faizel Farzee, --- and Sparrow
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