Springtime Fresh sap is rising in the trees, sweet honey running for the bees. The birds are singing in the breeze and lovers all have grass-stained knees. For spring has sprung it's in the air, old Mother earth lets down her hair and pretty girls with shoulders bare will soon have need of new pushchair.
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I love the pragmatism of this poem, Hobbo!
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π As pragmatic as knicker elastic!
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Lol. They co I love at least invest in a picnic blanket… less washing
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Damn it. Can’t type. They could at least invest…
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Got it, and it’s not you. WP is doing the same to me this morning, skipping letters and words.
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I was typing on my phone. I don’t have green thumbs. And I don’t have digital thumbs either.
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Hang on… my thumb IS a digit!
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Iβve heard about carpet-burn but not grass stains. ππ
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Less painful but equally damning!
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That last line π
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That’s life! π€£
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Kneel down for Spring!
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