There’s such great promise in spring,
beautiful flowers blossoming
are waving to me in the wind,
smiling so friendly
their breath smells delightful,
it’s making me want to sing,
and walking through markets
with smiles on their faces,
women of all different sizes and ages,
buy feather dusters
in various colours,
to freshen up home with spring.
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