Spring Fever
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great balls of satire
fields filled with dirt and mire
the flowers such a sorry sight
weary to all but a sprite
trees laden with mushy buds
from spring rain and floods
may the farce be with you
calling spring fever to ensue
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great balls of satire
fields filled with dirt and mire
the flowers such a sorry sight
weary to all but a sprite
trees laden with mushy buds
from spring rain and floods
may the farce be with you
calling spring fever to ensue
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Oh, yes. Please spread the fever.
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On the way. 🙂
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Made me laugh! You could start a rap battle!
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Ha, ha. I don’t know about rap, but I’m glad you enjoyed my silly poem. 🙂
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Haha. 🙂
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fever fervor feels funny 🙂
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I was in a weird blizzard yesterday and it was thundering at the same time, Brad. I need some of that spring! I’ll even take mushy buds. 🙂
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Wow. That sounds like some crazy weather Diana. We don’t really have mushy buds, I was just taking poetic license. 🙂 But I’ll send some spring your way.
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Glorious image, Brad!
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Thanks Julie. The cherry and pear trees are really full of blossoms right now.
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This is a fabulous playful poem Brad – definitely spring fever 🙂
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Thanks Andrea. I hope it brought you some joy and smiles. 🙂
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Your poetry just keeps getting better and better Brad.. May the ‘Farce’ be with you too 🙂
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Thank you Sue. The farce is strong in you. 🙂
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🤗😊
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beautiful my friend!
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thanks Neha!
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Awesome words of spring fever, Brad and what a beautiful picture. Too good.
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