
The morning cold here
is spring atmosphere,
and yet,
as tulips appear
and daffodils spear,
we let
our plans disappear,
on pause most the year,
upset.

The morning cold here
is spring atmosphere,
and yet,
as tulips appear
and daffodils spear,
we let
our plans disappear,
on pause most the year,
upset.
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