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The sun is out on what must be the third nicest day of the year so far, and yet I am inside.
Also, the least depressing poem I've put on here. Yay!
Submitted:Apr 28, 2012 Reads: 9 Comments: 0 Likes: 1
Fluttering wings of a golden hen
Under an array of young flowers
Meet the lambs with joy of life
That play and frolic between showers
The purest love of common awakening
In the longest awaited of seasons
Birds sing as they depart the bushes
Creating scents to bring bees in
Behind thickened nails
And soft rubber rails
My view through the glass
Of sunlight and grass
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