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crocus, daffodils, flowers, In the Breeze, lilacs, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, spring, tulips
I long for Daffodil days
And Tulips A’yawning
Crocus Awakening
Sweet days A’dawning
Birds chirping Happily
High up in the Trees
The Fresh smell of Spring
Dancing merrily in the Breeze
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Yup, just what I tried to say…with an ice cube in my mouth. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and reading me. Beautiful poetry.
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And you said it very well 🙂 Thank you for stopping by, too!
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perfection~
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Thank you so very much!
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Reblogged this on Thanks for Noticing Me.
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Thank you for sharing! 🙂
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The memories of spring are distant but it will soon be with us, sun, warmth, birdsong and fresh flowers. Lovely poem 🙂
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Thank you, Robert! The way the snow is falling here, I’m not sure we’ll ever see Spring! But I keep hoping 🙂
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