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The first and last Colorado spring It snowed It rained It thundered It blew It shined On my exposed skin. The dead winter trees With their bare vein-like fingers Grew infected with buds of blue, Or maybe it was yellow Or red Or purple Or green Or goodbye.
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Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
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The first and last Colorado spring It snowed It rained It thundered It blew It shined On my exposed skin. The dead winter trees With their bare vein-like fingers Grew infected with buds of blue, Or maybe it was yellow Or red Or purple Or green Or goodbye.
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Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
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