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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 ...