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WHILE READING from Wordsworth’s Lines Written in Early Spring,
And ‘tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes
I recalled this painting and added another line of my own:
And dances in the smallest breeze—
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WHILE READING from Wordsworth’s Lines Written in Early Spring,
And ‘tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes
I recalled this painting and added another line of my own:
And dances in the smallest breeze—
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