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Jun 2014
Spring
The grass isn't brown no more.
The snow has melted away.
The leaves are here on the trees.
As the birds do sing. With great joy.
I seen the children play with thier toys.
As they tell, it's spring once more.
Two lovers they walk hand in hand in the park.
As they wait till, it's dark.
They kiss and say what a nice spring day
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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