IT MUST BE SPRING
by � May Fenn
Hush, Can you hear it?The rustling in the grass,Bringing you the welcome newsWinter's day is past.Soft, Can you feel it?The warm caressing breeze,Telling you the sticky budsAre bursting on the trees.Look, Can you see them?The primrose in the lane,Now you must believe it -Spring is here again.
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