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[aid] => mick
[title] => Metamorphosis
[time] => 2009-12-01 09:07:37
[hometext] => Just my thoughts on the upcoming seasons.
[bodytext] => I can feel the sun on my face
The cold snow melts at a slow pace
Green grass begins to show
Colorful flowers start to grow
Animals awake from a quiet slumber
There is no more need for fire lumber
Baby birds hatch and spread their wings
Like a butterfly; Winter morphs into Spring
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[informant] => wheelz1324
[notes] => Corrected spelling as requested ~ Moderator_18 Dec 1, 2009
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