Spring has sprung, yet,I feel no spring in my step.While jogging I feel so forlorn,for the dogwoods, lilacs, and tulips I mourn.Summer and winter are…
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Spring has sprung, yet,I feel no spring in my step.While jogging I feel so forlorn,for the dogwoods, lilacs, and tulips I mourn.Summer and winter are…