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Thank you At 07:05 AM 3/26/98 +0000, you wrote: > 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 >