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Spring Poem When the spring winds blow the chickadees trill in the meadow. All believe in spring; all that blooms be reborn, how carefully conceived its plot to invite the world to reverie and disceive the one it cannot, woo with bittersweet short memory and rescue the one forgot. Ernest Slyman HomePage www.geocities.com/soho/7514 email: [log in to unmask] %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%