The first day of spring
Twenty-eight degrees
The blue sky
With a few clouds
Their bottoms brushed a pinkish orange
Fills me with anticipation
That by recess
It will be warm enough
To shed our coats
For the kickball game
The first day of spring
Twenty-eight degrees
The blue sky
With a few clouds
Their bottoms brushed a pinkish orange
Fills me with anticipation
That by recess
It will be warm enough
To shed our coats
For the kickball game
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