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Poets have probably written more about spring than any other season of the year. Trees are greening up, buds are peeking open and blossoms are pushing their way up through the soil. The days are growing longer and the sun shines away the chill of winter.
A long time ago, Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote, "In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love." Then again, there's always the start of baseball season.
