Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
–Robert Burns (1759–96)
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Wednesday, March 31, 2021
Again rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
–Robert Burns (1759–96)
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