The spring may be false
And more snow may be on the way–
But, right now, the sun is real
And so is the warm breeze;
So are the chirping birds
And the freshness in the air.
The spring may be false,
But todayis real.
And so is my smile.
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2021
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Aspiring writer. Librarian. All-around nerd. My blog Word-Maleerie comes from the word "whigmaleerie," which means a whim or notion. So my blog's topic? Whims/notions about words. I write stories, novels, poetry, plays, observations, columns--you name it. I've always loved words and now I'm trying to make my dream to be an author come true.
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