The spring Poem
Spring is here, the lambs are near and so are the calves and goats. I drive past the cafe and there are people ordering ice cream floats. Flowers are everywhere in, pink, red, purple and blue,and if you like you can pick some to. The meadows are covered with green green grass and everybody hopes, that it will last. It feels like spring goes way too fast so enjoy it while it last’s.
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