The wind blows hard among the pines
toward the beginning
of an endless past.
Listen: you've heard everything.
Thanks, Thom. E
Springtime
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Springtime
4.29.22
Oh the long and dreay winter
Makes me feel a little bitter
I wait for blue skies and green everywhere
Buds aplenty nothing bare
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2 years ago
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