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Rime

Last night light


Snow fell over
Almost ready earth

In early spring
We long
For mirth

Theres no joy
As yet in whats
To come

For all things
Sleep til
Winter succumbs

Then what bright sun
Beckons will have
No choice but to be

Despite this ice
That falls & clings
To you & me

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