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rhymesalot

Outpourings from the poor old porous mind

Day: April 9, 2016

Sprung

*

Bunnies nibbling fresh spring grass.

Clouds as time leisurely pass.

Darkness consumes as does every day.

Time as grass nibbled away.

Sun’s rise, birds welcome sung.

Minds unwind, spring has sprung.

~*~

sck040916

Posted on April 9, 2016April 9, 2016 by Rhymesalot Posted in poetry Tagged life, little things, nature, poetry, spring, time Leave a comment
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