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A poem in the terza rima sonnet form |
| In Spring when hope comes alive when the sharp wind starts to mellow and the flowers start to thrive Like the daffodils showing their yellow as the grasshopper hops right by he's such a sprightly fellow The birds start to happily fly so very high and free in the crystal clear blue sky The future is what it will be but there will always be Spring with Easter bunnies hopping joyfully It is so good when Spring does arrive and nature does gladly revive |