so much of spring depends upon
the smell of the dew on the morning crew
of leaves cracking below you
I hear the birds chirpin
I ask david why hes chirping
cause were going to the spring fling
as i see the blue sky
it just about makes me cry
so I sit on this bench so cold and dry
and wait for tholen to walk on by.
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