



Spring
White walls, red flowers,
Roses peak through iron gate.
Oranges hang low.
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Spring
White walls, red flowers,
Roses peak through iron gate.
Oranges hang low.
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Beautiful pictures, Luccia. Your poem goes so well with them.
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Thank you. It was a beautiful morning, but it’s pouring down now!
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Great read thankks
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