Plum blossoms

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The birds are shrieking in indignant chorus
Flying fretfully from tree to tree
They raise the alarm and complain bitterly
Of the snow and ice heading our way

Let me be like the plum tree
Blossoming bravely
Her gnarled limbs serenely outstretched
To receive the blanket of snow

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