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Vernal

A Triolet about Spring


The lion and the lamb compete

And no one’s certain what to wear,

We’ll either freeze or wilt from heat.

The lion and the lamb compete,

One day a trial, the next a treat,

In spring we’re neither here nor there.

The lion and the lamb compete

And no one’s certain what to wear.

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