I am sitting on the sofa trying to write a poem about spring. My tea is getting cold waiting for me. My cat is lying in front of me and washing it's paws It is getting on my nerves. It is raining outside. All people are coming along somewhere None of them are smiling Sparse birds are sining and the sun is going to show it's face among the clouds .It means spring is coming soon And I am writing a poem about it:)
My tea is getting cold waiting for me.
My cat is lying in front of me and washing it's paws
It is getting on my nerves.
It is raining outside.
All people are coming along somewhere
None of them are smiling
Sparse birds are sining and the sun is going to show it's face among the clouds
.It means spring is coming soon
And I am writing a poem about it:)
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