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Inspired by this quote:

“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips it's turn.” -Hal Borland


Poetry type of the day- HAIKU

5/1/2008


Birth of the Spring
By Jaden Brulotte

Winter finds its death
In the renewal of life
Brought on by the sun.



Inevitably Spring
By Will Boudle

Eternal winter;
But even ice ages pass
And bring the green grass.
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