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April 21, 2005 / TildeWill

Quote un Quote “Spring”

Air is warm
Trees turn green

Shoulders and middrifts

Can be seen

 I step outside
To the sun
But the stench I smell
Is lacking fun

A smoker here
Two smokers there

I see them, smell them

Everywhere

Why do they foul
My fresh spring cheer?

The smoke fogs my head

Like too much beer.

Oh how I can’t wait
For the warmth to end

And the cold to come again

Like it did last year.

Will Read 03/26/03,0100

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