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03/21/2007 Entry: " Spring Sprang Sprong Spreng Sprung"

Spring Sprang Sprong Spreng Sprung

It's the first day of spring. It's time to get out of the house and smell the fresh air. Little daisies have already arrived, they've taken over the grass in the park by my house; they look so enthusiastic about it, their yellow chins up and defiant to all the dogs that run right through them. Little daisies bouncing right back up, white petals reaching out in every direction ready for anything; a dog paw, an eager collector, the rising sun. Good things, bad things or no things, the daisies don't care, they have seen it all and no matter what happens they'll be back again in the spring.