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A Poem by dead poet

                                Springtime  

                                         Springtime is here.                               

                                    Springtime is oh so dear.

                            I love spring because its not too hot

                            and its not too cold.

                            Or at least thats what i've been told

                            Flowers blossom and fruits bloom.

                          I like to open every window in my room.

                                Let in that sweet spring breeze.               

                                 I promise you,time will freeze.

                             It's a time for tank-tops and flip-flops.

                                  And all you eat are icy-pops.

                              The ice-cream man comes around.

                           And there are flowers all through town.

                                I wish it would never go away.

                                  I wish it were here to stay.

© 2009 dead poet


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