Gimmie, gimmie goodness
In a paper cup
To spill and stain this day
My way
To walk amongst the bud and birds
Who welcome weather
Come what may
I loosen braided hair
To whisp against the brush of breeze
And think to fall to my knees
In praise of simplicity
My paper cup overflowing
And truth be told
So pleased, in knowing
My Spring has pulled into the station
'All Aboard'
The songbird's whistle blows
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