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There Will Be Springtime in Quispam

A decoration for the reverse Marjoram
A symphony of musing-
and an echo away
Harsh is the Sun,
But not on this economy
But in Golden Depths,
A plum was unkept
Thrilling of Thailand-
And a thesaurus for keeps
I was the Wintering Wind-
and they found me
To the naturest had
Bells of Tin Heaven
Leaching the snow from the soil
And deep, down South,
the Best to be replayed
We won for the sugar we planted
And in this lonely Plus,
an honest word about being Hayward,
The Constitution in Hampton-
is a win
For layers of grape
And firm government citrus,
Québec had a way to unfold
As Sussex to the wall-
could be seen in Vancouver
The lonely city in between
was upheld
Two years of after,
and one of before,
The crocus delights-
the rod barren
And a rightsome part rain,
on our Sympathy Street
The highs and the lows-
of Quispam