Spring has gone… or will soon be gone. She isn’t a season, but a person, and a lovely one at that. <smile> For her I wrote a poem. enjoy,
The Presence of Spring
Tis difficult to refrain
From jubilant laughter
While in her joyous presence
Giggles follow after
In an unending parade
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You are uncouth…
Thanks for sticking up for her Jason!!!!!
I think that “Flotus” was under the impression that you were speaking of the season Spring, not a person. Like saying, “Winter ain’t a season, she’s just a harsh mistress,” or something like that.
Seriously dude, how was that in bad taste? Perhaps you took it to mean something it wasn’t saying…to each his own
Oh, I didn’t know Spring was a person,l I thought it was a season. I need glasses
My apologies.