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Old Man Winter…Flowers

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old man winter

finds his muse,

falls in love.

the muse tugs

at his threadbare heart.

one string detaches,

then another, and another.

old man winter’s

eyes get misty.

he sobs, he cries.

tear after tear

saturates barren meadows,

until flowers appear.

HAPPY SPRING!

© 2021 CCS

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