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Tall tales and poems in a secret mountain valley.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Little Jonquil
Morning mist,
promised rain.
Little jonquil laughing,
So it was cold?
Not I.
Brush off the fear,
and smile.
Rye fading.
Little sprouts wink.
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