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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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Added on April 4, 2009
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