Then usually within a week of their arrival, the things of the earth begin to pop!
The silver maples go from tiny buds...
To the flowers that make the keys...
that make me sneeze :o).
Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Because we remember moments not days...

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