The clocks change,
the weather changes,
the evenings are light and milder,
the spirits rise,
as do hem lines,
the mind is clear and focused,
the adventure that is spring is to start,
the hopes and dreams of mortal men,
given life anew,
just as long sleeping flowers and trees blossom,
just as birds long absent reach these shores,
it seems so long ago that we fell back,
now we will spring forward,
a bounce in the step,
like Tigger on the trail of new horizons:


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