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SPRING Spring came soon this year And passed me by One leg hard with pain Robbed me of me and left me numb to March's pulsing throb Green tinting thorn and swelling buds Thrusting cow parsley and dancing birds The yellow splodge of celandine All these I saw and more besides I heard the Blackbird's tuneful praise The pigeons softly cooing love I felt the warming sun's life bringing breeze Nothing was smelt that sense long dead Crushed leaves pressed close to nose Were second best So spring was in my head but not my heart And pain takes all. David Langridge