POEMS

So much of spring depends upon

the sweet chirping of the birds

the smell of the crisp air

crackling leaves are broken beneath me

i see the sun shining so bright

the earth is warming day to night





So much depends on

the dribbling chocolate on my tongue

so buttery, delicious and soft

i hear the crinkle of the shiney aluminum

golden goodness, chewy and delightful



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