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Dec 2014
Spring time We call
The snow is gone
The trees a budding
The flowers are showing in the ground.
The birds have returned with a song.
At spring time we call
The rain is falling
Children start calling.
It is spring time once again.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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