Spring is upon us.
The robins are chortling.
The grass is green and getting long.
The sun is bright in the eastern sky.
The dew is glistening, the porch is beckoning.
But it is still too cold.
Fifty-one degrees.
The robins are chortling.
The grass is green and getting long.
The sun is bright in the eastern sky.
The dew is glistening, the porch is beckoning.
But it is still too cold.
Fifty-one degrees.
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