I’m springing clean. Once again I’ve approached a beautiful new season and I guarantee it will be my due season.
I’m springing clean. There’s always some cleaning to do. Out with the old and in with the new.
I’m springing clean. This April I’m allergic to shame, but I won’t need any Benadryl to clear my name.
I’m springing clean. The season will be long for me and I’m getting rid of everything that’s wrong for me.
I’m springing clean. My eyes may water, but I have a better vision and I’m making better decisions.
I’m springing clean. I came here in pieces, but I’m leaving as one. Trading in the clouds and rain for a shining sun.
I’m springing clean. This season I’ll have a better set of principles. I’m gonna be stronger, nearly invincible.
I’m springing clean. Life hit me with a blast. Goodbye to yesterday, I’m leaving all its drama in the past.
I’m springing clean. I’ll be better than anything you’ve ever seen. No more red stains, I’m walking out covered in green.
I’m springing clean. This is my seasonal love letter. I solemnly swear that when the season ends I will be better.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Amen! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
Love the positivity and determination in this one. Well done.
Fabulous!!! Loved your words and silently sang, spring clean!!!
This is great!
I'll second that, and I think this is great. It sounds like me, but predominantly because I suffer from all year hayfever.
Beautiful spring poem!