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"Spring" by Max Madsen

My dog's head hangs out the window,

breeze on his face with a little support for his hind legs.

Driving past California Street, but couldn't be farther from it.

The snow capped hill tops of Montana dissipate

as the season comes to a close. Porch light on

but the sun couldn't shine brighter.

Maybe I should turn that off & go back to bed,

as the voice of Mr. Rogers on the TV screen

urges me to take a nap.

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