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Lush Gush of Spring

The lush gush of spring nearly stops me every time

the earth passes around the sun at this angle--

the velocity flings me into a new and less serious path:

I am unwound and ready to sing praises to the wild

mountain stream and the one who designed its flowing waters.

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