At a party last night the breeze blew cold.
The season’s new but the weather’s getting old.
But I’ll soon see you and I’ll feel the heat.
When our hands touch and our lips do meet.
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Spring Equinot
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Yesterday’s blooms now a lonely stalk
All’s blustery fodder for tomorrow’s talk
Morning blizzard then an afternoon walk
A brilliant sunset with full moonrise
Shaded snow defiant still lies
Twas our early spring surprise
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