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Special Pleasure It’s that time again; the flowers are back in bloom The smells in the air; should wipe out all the gloom Our winter was a long one and much too cold for me But the warm air in spring, makes me sing with glee
It’s that time again; the flowers are back in bloom

The smells in the air; should wipe out all the gloom

Our winter was a long one and much too cold for me

But the warm air in spring, makes me sing with glee

 

The neighbors are outside, with so much to say

Most out door sports; are getting under way

It’s so nice to be outside, enjoying the warm sun

Cleaning up the yard, or having outdoor fun

 

Wait just a minute, there is something bothering me

The stuff that’s in the air, so fine and hard to see

It’s tickling up my nose and plugging me all up

I’ll have to find a drug out there, to stop it’s building-up

 

I might just hold my breath, till our summer weather’s here

Or just look out the window, till the air is almost clear

 The seasons will keep changing, bringing something new

Each a special pleasure and things to make you stew

 

Don Hamaliuk, St. Albert
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