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March 2, 2003 to bloom or not The park behind my house is filled with thought balloons.  Spring arrives early down here and the park is poised to bloom.  Thousands of buds are wondering:  Is it worth it?  Should I flower another season? They know about the brown and withering end.  But the buds are dreamy, like a father waking on the third day of a well-deserved vacation.  Soon they will shake off the dew and face the music. I know they'll decide to bloom.  They always do.  It's too much fun being colorful.  And there is pollen to share.

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