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April's Treasure
She skips along ahead of me
Laughter ringing merrily,
Blossoms fill the little hands
Clasping sweetly all the strands
Of Joy
Joy is but a moment
Fill it not
With too much you
And try not hard
You look at me
A silver bird with trailing plume of white
And I look down at you.
You toil below and till the fields,

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