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Feb 2016
It feels like Spring and
I being me
wind up my voice to sing
of how it feels like Spring.

But
its got a way to go yet
before the sweaters are off
and the T-Shirts are on.

Winter's not gone, it's taking a break,
it makes me sick to feel this way
when tomorrow it'll **** it down
and Spring's only here for a day.

Ah
never mind
I'm going to find a den
pick up a pen and ink out
a line or two,
there's not much else to do
when it feels like Spring.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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   bex and Gaffer
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