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Wed 31 Mar, 2010 12:00 pm
Meadows of green
Seem so serene
In indigo April
Or orange Autumn
When they approach
Or depart
Winter goes by
With sleds on hills
And yellow snowmen
Blue moods lifted
By blue skies
In summertime
Cycling like the wheels on my tricycle
These colours never last
Each must come and pass
by, <ole
3-30-10
@mister kitten,
As their green muscles push away the dried brown leaves
they don't know it's spring
their time is now