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Spring

April 18, 2017

It is April.

The street sweeper has come.

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Oh, when April blows the wind through your bones

And you turn up the heat, put on a sweater,

Or wrap yourself in a shawl,

Then wish there were a little wood stove somewhere,

And the thought of it warms you up.

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