She is barely three weeks old
Has a new word that we can hear
That makes us laugh
Right along with her
For Spring has pushed up through the dirt this week
So utterly predictable and so impossibly
She ushers in the new world she will
Repair.
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Dearest Amapola
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