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Spring By John At dawn I tumble in the damp hills.
Spring. I sit and listen to the stream in the moonlight.
Spring. The snow is gone. Spring. I sit by a fire and look at the clouds.
Spring. I see the last icicle melt into a pile of water.
Spring. A wolf stands on a big rock.
Spring. Under the blue sky fish curl and twist under The waves of the lake.
Spring. I see deer eating the first leaves of spring. I see spiders in their wet webs.
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