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A robin thankful for my work
Pecks every clod of fresh 
turned dirt
A dove call permeates the air
With tones of throaty sad 
despair 

The sun sits fat above the bay
Engaged in light and shadow 
play
Scrub pines rustle in a gentle 
breeze
As if shaking off the winter 
freeze

Daffodils, tulips enjoying the 
sun
Are living proof that Spring has 
sprung
A moment in time to relax and 
stare
As charcoal grilling scents the 
air

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