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March 15, 2019 ahorsealone

She sings and springs
A new years plumage,
Blushing trees
And
Bluebonnet fields.

Gentlemen linger
Crowding branches,
Thinly shaking,
And
Colder still.

A moment of peace
Steals the air,
With a step
Halfway
There.

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