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Monday, April 25, 2016

A Poem about Spring

Dear Diary: 
Overnight, early March has morphed into late May: 
Hats and scarves discarded, 
leather coats tossed off for tank tops, 
boots supplanted by sandals, 
gloves shed from hands like skins, 
the better for holding ice cream cones,
faces adorned with summer smiles 
freshly minted just this morning.

Author unknown. NY Times.



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