![[spring]](spring1.jpg)
the gusts are booming,
o'er the brown fields blowing chill,"
![[spring]](spring2.jpg)
The bush of quince erupts in blooms".
![[spring]](spring3.gif)
Spring has found the maple-grove, the sap is running free;"
You were my strenght when I was weak,...a view of spring
You were my voice when I couldn't speak,
You were my eyes when I couldn't see,
You saw the best there was on me.- JCS
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"Through the pines the gusts are booming, o'er the brown fields blowing chill," |
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"When flowers wave their colored plumes The bush of quince erupts in blooms". |
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"Robin down the logging-road whistles, "Come to
me!" Spring has found the maple-grove, the sap is running free;" |