Winter's silence is past.
Summer's roar abounds.
Growling engines circle
ready for the kill
of spring's delicate music.
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I am waiting for you. Where do you wait? In Florida with retirees? South along the Gulf of Mexico? All the way home to sunny Mexico? Is anyo...
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restless edgy achy from the wait time to unfurl sprout feel the sun shine
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