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And so along with the smiling and singing
I feel a bit of dancing in the woods to be in order.
When my feet beg for a bit of respite
I shall sit under the trees . . .
And ponder the miracle of a pink dogwood . . .
And a fancy Shirofugen cherry blossom . . .
Along with the blossoms that merrily dance
On the Gravenstein tree newly planted
With hopes of yummy applesauce
And puddings come summer.
'Tis a lovely day for dancing
Under trees singing a full-throated chorus of Spring.
Don't you agree?
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Let them praise his name in the dance:
Let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.