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Like the wind They’re whizzing on the blades of grass, ecstatic for the ride. Like fireflies They light up the fields and the forests of small lights, like the stars of the night they shine in the dark of the end of April, and like small bonfires They inflame the spirits in celebration. Poem (C): Me “Elfin Song (Illustration)” (C): Florence Harrison “Peter Pan in Kensington Garden…