In springtime,
when the weather shows off,
(as if in competition to become,
the very definition of perfection),
and the sun is warm,
and so bright,
(just right),
it is hard to care,
one iota,
about the responsibilities,
and dull requirements of adulthood.
Come to think of it,
perhaps,
that is the purpose of spring.
4-9-19
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