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Spring contest entry

All winter they slept, the fingers of their roots entwined, friend clutching friend. All winter they slumbered, sustained by the last of summers' bright syrup. No wonder, then, with the melting of the snow their dreams overflow and burst the banks; No wonder, then, the tightly wound colors of their dreams slip through cracks of bark, and slowly begin to open like yawning springs of the clocks. Spring contest, host Craig Cornish 4/29/2018

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Date: 4/30/2018 10:32:00 PM
A lovely poem, Jack. Congrats on your win.
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Date: 4/29/2018 6:36:00 PM
Gorgeous piece of poetry Jack! Enjoyed. Congratulations on your win!
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Date: 4/29/2018 6:05:00 PM
Great metaphor, imagery and personification Jack.
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Date: 4/29/2018 3:46:00 PM
Congratulations on your placement win. Enjoyed it.
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Date: 4/29/2018 2:00:00 PM
Jack, thank you for honoring my contest with your inspiration---I obviously thought it to be exceptional.
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Date: 4/29/2018 1:37:00 PM
Oh yes....!! I love the last line especially! Such a wonderful metaphor this is ! Congrats to you Jack!
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