Spring Play
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Peter S. Quinn
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There is something going on
Through the night and day
The glowing glows of yon
In the air of spring’s play
Every cliff and clouds over
With their glisten ray mist
In the drizzling rain shower
Each thought to them is kissed
And when light goes to dark
When eve comes slow-going
Droplets in grass shall spark
Into the sunset twilight glowing
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