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Spring 

 

Spring

The flowers, they bloom
as the cars go vroom
crushing the yellow buttercups.

The sun, it shines
burning all the vines
and bringing the whole forest down.

The people they frolic
cuz' they're jobless alcoholics
and that's the meaning of spring.

-- Caleb Kerr (13)

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