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Making an Entrance

March roared in, a lion

breathing snow, ice, wind,

and bitter cold as it drug

winter along behind, like the hock

of a dead animal.

It teased with bright sun,

and pleasant interludes

then sprung forth again

with more cold,

snow, and slop.

But on the last day, the lion

now drowsy, rested its head

on giant paws

and March ushered in the lamb, gentle

companion, a sure sign of spring.


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