Taking a stroll in the park, breathing
in the fresh air. Feeling very exuberant,
for I haven't got a care. You can see it
all around you, wherever you go.
Everything is budding and starting to
grow. All is peaceful, everthing's serene.
If you look real close, the grass is turning
green. the birds are chirping and nesting
in the trees. And you can feel the warmth,
of the prevailing breeze. It's the most
wonderful time of the year. The reason
for all this, Spring, is finally, here!
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