A spring poem
I try to write a poem since it is the first of Mars
The spring sun was looking huge, but not for long
A black cloud bigger than the sun muscled in
Stop! You are trying to write a poem, not tell us
About the weather, but since you are at it,
Did the cloud shed cold rain
I can't say, I was indoors in my bedroom
looking out, a poet never arises before noon
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