When wafts that sweet perfume.
A sure sign 'tis of spring
When Lilacs make me sing.
My preference remains,
The seasons though they change.
Spring we doth presume
When birds sing out for June!
This work is © Jennifer Jilks.
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Hi Jenn,
William himself might have penned such sweet words!
You make me blush, Derrick! It is good for the brain to find linguistic challenges. And it keeps me off the streets, or at least off the frontage where the bugs sit with radars, ready to dive.
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