spring has sprung and the kids are playing in puddles with no coats on
a long time ago, i memorised this poem by e.e. cummings,
it still rings in my ears, especially when it's spring...
in just-
in Just-spring
when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame baloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
baloonMan whistles
farandwee
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