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One day

Royal purple hyacinths
Lemon drop daffodils
Lush grass so green
Tiny spring green buds
Sky so blue filled with 
White puffy clouds
Golden warm sunshine
Cool sixty degree breeze
Through the open window

Spring had arrived.

One day

Heavy hyacinths
Drooping daffodils
White blanket covered grass
Tiny buds stacked with white flakes
Gray sky filled with 
Dark heavy clouds
No sunshine in sight
Chilly thirty degree wind
Whipping the closed window

Spring was gone.

One day

It will be here to stay.
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