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jsonstein@masto.deoan.org ("Jeff Sonstein") wrote:
On a crisp and cold April day,
The sun peeks through the gray clouds,
Its gentle warmth a promise,
While the air bites with a chill.Tall trees stand like silent sentinels,
Branches swaying in the brisk breeze,
Whispers of winter still linger,
Yet spring's laughter dances nearby.Crisp leaves crunch beneath our feet,
Each step a reminder of nature's song,
Birds chirp a cheerful greeting,
As they flit from branch to branch.
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