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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 16, 2014 16:01:08 GMT -6
Grumbling and sighing between sunny smiles, serenaded by birdsong, the day has not decided what to be when it grows up.
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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Mar 19, 2014 21:45:56 GMT -6
Very nice, Brigid! So many days seem like that, don't they?
Dan
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Post by twriter44 on Mar 20, 2014 0:27:22 GMT -6
This poem is especially apt for a March day, which can change identities several times. very nice
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