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I'm eighty two,
But I'm not through.
Spring has come,
I'm still climbing the rungs.
My song's not sung.
I'm far from done.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem about how spring affects you. It can be humorous, inspirational, romantic - whatever you feel as springtime returns. |
Author Notes
Age don't mean a thing as long as you don't ponder on it.
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