Last day of February 2024 by Ann Wood
Here Che and February goes, and a leaf falls from the calendar.The trees are in bloom, and the gardens smell of fresh spring flowers.
Goodbye, little Sechko, and see you next year.
Welcome Grandma Marto, may you be kind to us this year.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2024-02-28 at 23:46
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