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Prompt 1: Write about a beginning and/or ending.

 
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Good Morning April!
March in with winds of eagerness,
Sprinkle your showers of new beginnings.
Please, I say--
Apply no foolery this way!
Sow my soul with seeds of ardor
Then caress me at the roots.
As the world turns,
Pinky promise comfort to recycle her green,
Bed me dandelions for my brown nose
To sniff,
Lips to whisper florets away,
As I twirl at another by the ending of the day.
 
D'ElegantOne

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