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Friday, April 2, 2010

Poem # 2

Spring Fever
Spring Fever
Call the doctor
The nurse
On second thought
Why bother
There’s no cure
I know this for sure
Just wait for it to pass.
Perhaps some sun,
Or maybe some fun.
A walk, a stroll,
A hike in the park
Or even a picnic
Window washing
Gathering garden trash
Leftovers cluttering
Must make way for
New residents to bloom
The symptoms will wane
So too the pain
As spring fever subsides.

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