I'm sitting on the front step
All the snow is now melting
The sound of water dripping
Some puddles are forming
Cars travel down the road
Birds are singing all around
I can hear the geese out back
They make a distinguished sound
A person walks on the sidewalk
Voices are heard as they pass
Listening to music or something
But I don't think that I will ask
I'm at the end of this poem now
It's nearing the final two lines
After this one is the very last
I just wanted to make it rhyme
©schizology
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