glove
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Yes, we are nearing that time; When you try to fit your hand into the glove with mine. We both know it won't fit or align, but I guess I can't blame you for trying.
Buzzing bees and blooming trees
have everyone aglow.
Sunny, cloudless skies give rise
to warmer days, I know.
Singing birds, and pretty words
about newly grassy greens,
Petals abud and puddles of mud
