Two Spring Blooms

	The daffodils lie patiently
	beneath the snow and wait for me
	to scurry by and softly sing
	"Awake my dears, for now it's spring."

	The tulips, an impatient breed,
	will never any warnings heed
	and through the snow their noses poke
	the winter's presence to revoke.

	And which of these are you, my friend?
	Can you the winter's cold rescind
	and poke your nose into the air
	or do I need to sing you there?

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