Sprigged Poems - Poems about Sprigged

...A March unstable, April drizzles At last, now dawns the month of May........ Children gather 'round a table Making paste of flour, water, guidance from a loving mother with pictures drawn......

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...Who remembers, is it only me? When March had drizzled, and April fooled us... But a morning in the month of May......... We'd spread upon a kitchen table Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed......

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...Who remembers? Only me? An emerald morning, the month of May We'd spread upon a kitchen table Paste of flour, fingers nimble, holding scissors, rainbow crayons Pretty paper doilies folded, t......

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...Who remembers, is it only me? Flour paste, scissors and pretty colored paper Assembled upon the table, the early morn in May This memory shrugs so many years away Our innocence, cut and shaped I......

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