The Spring ThingTangled in thoughts of spring
The flowers begin to sing
Of vines that break and twist
Laughingly hard to resist
Walking barefoot they caress
As the holiest natural mess
Is grown here in this field
With so much joy to yield
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April 7, 2010
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