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Waiting . . .

forest friendHair frizzes
Corn grows exuberantly
Mercury turns back
Barely breathing
Barely moving
Pulsing life force within
Scents of rose and peony drift
A temptation to venture out
Into Nature’s oven where
She’s baking new delights
Maybe . . .  just sip lemonade and wait

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