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A delicate fabric of bird song
\nFloats in the air,
\nThe smell of wet wild earth
\nIs everywhere.
\nRed small leaves of the maple
\nAre clenched like a hand,
\nLike girls at their first communion
\nThe pear trees stand.
\nOh I must pass nothing by
\nWithout loving it much,
\nThe raindrop try with my lips,
\nThe grass with my touch;
\nFor how can I be sure
\nI shall see again
\nThe world on the first of May
\nShining after the rain?<\/p>\n
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** The daffodils are finally in bloom here on May 1st**<\/p>\n
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