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Spring Brings Hope

When the grey clouds finally part,

cracking open a bright blue sky,

will you look up?


Or have you been, all winter,

sitting in the mud—

so deep, so still—

your eyes caked shut,

only a paleontologist could find you,

dust you off,

and whisper:


"My, what big eyes you have."



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