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March 27, 2003 spring lamb
Beyond the purple wisteria and pink azaleas, past the lumpy, pale legs of hopeful joggers, young lovers spring like lambs. They pick at park grass and nuzzle. They cavort and play tag. The air is free of danger smell.
From my yard I watch, disinterested and unassailable. I am but a sheep in wolf's clothing.
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