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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