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Youíre a coy one, arenít you
Some days you tease, warm as April
And on others, you blow cold
Driving rain
Snow even

But I wonít be taken in by your little jokes
Your attempt at disguise
For from the wet earth
The fresh scent of Spring is rising
And the brief snowflakes melt away
From the yellow crocuses