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BRING SPRING
A Haiku Bouquet for a Brighter Day

Tugging twigs and thorns,
Digging in my garden beds
Spring, come to my yard.

Frozen frosting melts;
Gloved fingers ache with cold.
Sun, come warm the earth.

Crunchy turf gives way,
Welcoming the brand-new growth.
Life, begin again.

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