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The Primrose
The primrose with its glowing face held high
Brings promise of the softer days of Spring
And gazes up towards the wind ripped sky
Through branches to the sunlight, filtering
New leaves unfold beneath the solemn frost
Where clasped they lie and frozen to the earth
A voice like yours is permanent, not lost
The primrose glows to celebrate your birth
And now each year it brings...
Sunday 10th March 2024 9:22 am
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