Spring so pretty, come fever my ditty
with daytime wispy and nighttime witty -
not hot sticky, not cold chilly,
but warm sun frilly and cool moon giddy
that I may best invest in Spring's whimsy.
If not too tricky, dream me scent zippy.
Show your prissy, you change hippy,
let your season's dizzy shake self-pity,
blur ego’s icky, stop my dreads so...
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