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The Touch of Spring
The dewy taste of Spring kisses my lips.
The air stirs me with its sweet cologne,
leaving its scent in my pillows and sheets.
The sun feels its warm way along my arm
through the car window and touches my cheek.
I can’t work with the green outside
making love with my eyes.
Spring flirts like a man.