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Come Spring it’s time to clean,
While the Earth begins to preen,
Trees start to leave,
Spiders soon weave,
The whole land shines like a queen.
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Chuck Etheridge
Novelist, Teacher, Transplanted West Texan, Reluctant Poet
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