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late winter into early spring ( some of a poetrys )
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lambs & lamb tails ( the catkinned kind )
the earth stirs & scratches the mind
but still these frosts - these absentees
no daffodils are here to see
crocus's yet those frogs don't croak
as dear reader, us limbo folk
we see some green, hear some birds sing
late winter into early spring
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