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First Spring Breeze

Sweet lambkin, soft against my cheek,
You crept here in the night.

While I slept you moved away the chill
And met me at day’s first light.

You skipped with me through the morning
With the hopeful song you sing.

When the day’s last faint rays touched the land,
I anticipated spring.

©2010 Carol Morfitt

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