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How mighty the tiny Crocus is, that wears it's snowy wrap. The urgency of spring in bloom beneath a freezing cap. Herald of the season, you give us hope, as winter proceeds its frosty plan.You climb above the frozen slope, fragile as the wisp of green, that rings your plot,and can be seen, before your flower top.
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Every year the winter ends, and with it comes the spring.
While the cold and wet ensue we do not feel a thing.
One day my son comes arun, and in his cheery voice, I hear "the crocus bloomed, the crocus mom"tis true the spring is near. I nearly always knew myself, they grow beside my door, but I would wait to hear my son come flyin cross the floor. "The crocus Mom"...the Crocus come see. Spring is truly here" and though he is grown and gone on, The crocus and he are here.Now the crocus waits quietly, for me to see her preen. And the voice of my son in the flower is heard as loud as it were seen.
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AnonyMouse |
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Mac151247 |
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15 May 2008 |
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Samiamiam |
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BEAUTIFUL PENCIL!!! BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!! I LOVED IT!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!
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