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Spring
All day today the ice melted.
My name is Queen. I haven’t melted at all though I am soft and getting softer until I will pardon you all. I watch benignly as one by one you slink off down diminishing avenues to somewhere less central. I pardon Jimmy who egged on Joe who threw the snowball at Jean and I pardon Jean for wiping off the snow as if snow were something that should go. Even the grass is pushing snow aside. I can feel it rising up inside me, too. I pardon it and get on with my reign.
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