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April 3, 2018

Winter froze my muse,
But each letter, word, and verse~
Thaws the deepest freeze.
Poetry is my spring rain,
My unashamed thunderclap.

Posted in: Poetry | Tagged: poetry, rain, spring, weather, winter

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