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Emerald
Striving skyward, ardently.
Casting aside the tattered cloaks of winter.
First raggedly and laggardly , ever verdantly.
Then wind-washed, wayward and wantonly.
The impecunious young winter barley,
Thrusts the green spring in our faces.
Dew spun, jewel bright in the sunlight,
Our priceless emerald!
After all that, I fancy a beer!
