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Hear the chimes ringing, this sleepy Sunday singing. Monday will bring persimmons, and Tuesday a touch of snow. Eyelids grow heavy, the evening siestas are winning. The trees shade are giving and sweet scents are brimming among these lovely Sunday trimmings. Oh, what a fine Spring day.
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
Spring Days
Hear the chimes ringing, this sleepy Sunday singing. Monday will bring persimmons, and Tuesday a touch of snow. Eyelids grow heavy, the evening siestas are winning. The trees shade are giving and sweet scents are brimming among these lovely Sunday trimmings. Oh, what a fine Spring day.
JoBarb
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
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