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March 4, 1999

 

March has come, entering lion like, and winters cruel torment,

recall the shovels in spite of sudden snow borne games,

soon ends

 

These bitter denials squalling about the clearing skies

but a forlorn attempt at endurance into the warmth beyond

its realm

 

At last!  March has come and bids march our relentless foe

for coming soon are Aprils joys of life renewed

and hope

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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