April 10th, 2000 | |||
Spring Fever by AF Westervelt (1926)
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and the winds still bluster keen I do not seen the steel glazed panes nor the pavements icy sheen.
The sun has pierced the cloud banks
The water drips from twig and eaves
I don't care what I fish for
I want to go and loaf some place
I want to sneak away from jobs
if I don't
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