springtime
it's like a perfect Spring daywith golden skies and fancy flights of butterflies
when jonquils bloom and tulips too
a whisper of a breeze caresses bluebird wings
loving you is easy in Soring
springtime
it's like a perfect Spring dayWhen power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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