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Pretty Palette Old man winter go away what more could you have to say? I've heard your winds and felt your snow I've had my rest, now you should go. Let the sun come out to paint ever tenderly, soft and faint little pieces, patches of green bright as can be at the first sign of spring. Then summer, all colors, any palette you dream are found in my garden, oh, how they gleam. Dawn Campbell |
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