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The Endless Possibilities of Spring


The birds start chirping as the sun rises He peaks out from behind the morning clouds Shining on a day full of surprises Watching over the loud bustling crowds Everyone hustling to get to work Bundled up to stay as warm as can be Can’t be late or the boss will go berserk A typical morning in Tennessee The clear cold air is a slap in the face As you step out of your toasty abode Already late so you quicken your pace Stopping to look on the side of the road Could it be? The first simple green bud of spring What possibilities could the day bring?
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