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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The sun on my back, warms my heart old man winter unlocks our doors bring out the hot dogs and fun dust off your spirit its time to play sniffles and sneezing are the price you pay grass being cut, gardens get seeds open the windows breath in the sun out comes the picnic table sweaters and coats go... Sign in to see full entry.

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