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Up through the golden bracken a stem of bright green can be seen Soon a serenade of trumpets with bells of blue crashing in-between. White bells, pink bells Deep yellow trumpet flowers to top it all I cannot wait till the spring arrives and to hear the Cuckoo's call. So I await with patience for the Cuckoo and his merry band for the daffodils and the bluebells Life could not be more grand.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
The Call Of The Cuckoo
Up through the golden bracken a stem of bright green can be seen Soon a serenade of trumpets with bells of blue crashing in-between. White bells, pink bells Deep yellow trumpet flowers to top it all I cannot wait till the spring arrives and to hear the Cuckoo's call. So I await with patience for the Cuckoo and his merry band for the daffodils and the bluebells Life could not be more grand.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
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