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The ice has boiled over,
sludge trudge paddles its way
through the muddy day.
Willow trees dream in the melt,
we open windows
to watch the damp sky dry.
Child-hearts are lifting,
their small boats
turning to great sailing ships
for the survivors of sadness.
Wave we as the world passes by.
Fly a flag and be.
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