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April
Snowdrop all over the top
Runs to a quick flop
Daffodil thrown up
In a hasty set up
Lily’s eyes bloom on
petals grace a gentle beacon
Orchid bided her time
It holds an euphonious rhyme
Blossoming flourishing
blooming flowering
Dying falling
Decaying fouling
All then the graden bare
No red roses perfumed the air.
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Sara Khalouf
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