Poem:Spring Clean.

Spring Clean.

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In the chilly aftermath

Of winter’s harsh domination

All is left beleaguered and bemused,

Dull brown and dried out crispy leaves

In slimy carpets underfoot

To catch a step unwary.

It’s a spring cleaning we need now

To polish up the coated paths,

Use elbow grease to shift the muck,

Then artfully arrange to place

Some plumped up primrose cushions

Upon a bright green couch of grass.

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