The Joys of Spring
The trees colored with blooms of cherries
The vines grown heavy with succulent berries
The daytime sky lit by sun bright
The headiness of a warm spring night
The snotting, the sneezing, the eyes that itch
The cough, the tickle that makes me twitch
The change of season so bitter and sweet
Make haste dear spring, be gone toot sweet.
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