I don’t feel so well
Every morning up it comes
Still I flush with pride
Like an April bride
I trod a path of blossoms
To pick up the mail
Shovel splits the soil
A Christmas tree still living
Grows to glow again
Brontosaurus, Ma!
Chubby finger points to toy
Where did he learn that?
Alfalfa pellets
Circle canes with precision
Our secret ceremony
Love is an onion
Tasty, tearful, layers deep
Essential to cooks
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