"Chess is as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you can find outside an advertising agency."-Raymond Chandler
Spring
The sun rises on the dewy grass.
The last bits of snow in the hidden
Shadows slowly melting.
As the trees are lifted of their burden,
And the birds begin to sing,
Like Aslan comes spring,
Bringing life to the dead.
And as the rains are spread,
Wiping away the sadness of winter,
Does spring come.
A poem I had to write for English. : )
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