Spring (Remove filter)
Spring!
Call the trade descriptions police...we've been sold the wrong spring this year!!!!
Like a metal coil
Compressed
In a tense, uncertain
Rest
And when the pressure is
Released
Many mere mortals, by then
Deceased
They thought that
Spring
Was daffodils
Now life has fallen
Almost still
Invisible, silent, viral
Attack
The question is
Do we
...Wednesday 25th March 2020 4:44 pm
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