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Lilacs bloom, and here we are

The lilacs have bloomed.Lovers dance and poets swoon.Odes to spring and all that.But we muffle our groans,We defer to the sun.We surrender to the day,The lilacs have bloomed,And who are we to say?Would we have it any other way?"God love us and save us,"My mother, Rose, used to say.The lilacs have bloomed,And here we are, … Continue reading Lilacs bloom, and here we are