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the weather was warm-nice & now it is cold-nice

Three short weeks of mild spring weather 
Now spills into three endless days
Of sticky, sticky, cold wet snow
Which clings & blankets flowered trees.

Pollen-infused snow melts into concrete;
For once, the air smells fresh & clean.
If the best things in life are free - 
This must be what they mean.


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