A Poem by #4 of 5

Our #4 of 5 is always leaving little notes around the house for us. "I love you daddy", "I love you mommy", etc.

Today, while I was at work, I went through my work bag, and found a little folded up piece of paper. Before throwing it out - I thought I better check it out.

I unfolded it, and found the following poem that must have been written for me, and placed where I would find it later.

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Spring
By #4 of 5

Spring is a time where if it rains the trees, plants, and flowers will grow.
People will pick and pick until there are no more.
But, don't worry - Ha!
When that it's raining now, it starts all over again - Yaa!

This poem "Spring" is © 2008 #4 of 5 from www.father-of-five.blogspot.com

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