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Soft March Morning
Soft March Morning waking To find crocuses smiling beneath the frost Bright yellow peeking, As a light snow falls.
Welcome spring, they call As buds show bright crimson, Waking, swollen, bursting forth Ready for bright suns’ rays.
Ready and in place Not waiting for sleepy feet to find I sit in all to see this play Set on perfect time.
5 March 2004
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