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by Gwen Stuber
Annually
the seasons come and go, Plants emerge from their hiding
places under ice and snow, A profusion of bright colours greets
the eye, Forest and
hillsides
awash with green Lovers strolling hand in hand, In reference to a certain white
bunny,
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