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it’s crocuses  (  sesucorc s’ti  )

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rain but not a drop of snow

thunder rumbles bonuses

shimmer sun & dry the rain

bursting birds of opuses


pigs within a brightened sky

eye & spy the notices

trotters jog a memory

fill the gaps as lotuses


jangle keys & scatter seeds

sesame & open this

seven seas & lemon trees

rosy dozy dosages


sing a song of sink or spring

fuzzes in the focuses

scribble this & lick a toad

box a frog - it's crocuses


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