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A’Sway

My whirligigs are spinning; The trees are all a’sway. The dafs, with blooms beginning, Bow their heads in mock dismay. The windsock strips are dancing; The bushes are a’bounce, The dogs on leashes prancing, Swishing tails an added flounce. As I sit here with my writing, While the sunshine’s all a’peek, Rhyming words have been alighting To allow my thought to speak.

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