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""Papa" "What about Spring ... ? "I don't know Son?" Killdeer' draw you away from their nest, Bluebirds holler to all about it, hungry Father Fox he knows about it ... . Kinder yes I think much gentler Spring, when the rejuvenation is just first arriving reminds me of the back and breaststrokes holding your breath while doing a crazy twirl, all the World alive with energy surrounded together in warmth. Saw three of them Kamikaze my humble dog one day. Samba just hit the grass rolled over boxed away at them old Bluebirds on his back yelping; I laugh now yup-..."Ha ... !" I mean "Woe!" "Close one for him-I guess!" He was just a pup then ... . Best way to compare it ... I would think Spring; "The hands of time are alliterate Spring is but the brunt of this each Season carry's snow capped Mountains Berries in the Valleys Lilies in the Meadow Pine in the Woods Squirrels rummaging in the trees. Bird dogs are quite capable of pointing this out ... as still this Hope presently exists, yes Spring it truly is I believe its sweet Rejoinder to us for all of our Winter's Supplications, the Harvest of the Wheat in the Fall Spring rains I feel remind us ... . The Summer Sun always toasting the memory's golden brown ... ." - ""Pearls Summers, sweet ... warm those days long; strung out tucked each one right there set just left of the middle; everyday, each; just like the other, Lord carry them before us merely, and grant for us always their Peace to remember?" ""Peace the fluency, surety; purity forget the wealth bulky it's only collateral damage; - Expected He chuckles yes I know He must I believe sometimes probably more than often yes; the Holder of time. His patience; vision, faith placed solely mid this simple inclusion; His Grace."" Sweet Summer days yes willing they all remember. Timeless moreover following Love joyous delighting within itself can be found dancing away upon the crispness mid the gathering up beading up high upon the early June; Morning Dew. Winter shades of Pail Grey cast their eyes upon them too. Overt all cry out as they sing God watching His Grace knowing worthy Autumn always, welcomes in the Rain ... ! Yes oh of virtue Tiny Hatch-lings of Many can be seen, as in unison they all bellow out in their innocence as driven by Their hunger; remaining open weeping high in the Willow Father watches, lying ready ... . As in their mouth puking it up Mother eager, in Her goodness, offers Them Food ... !

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