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[Photo by David Carson, March 20, 2015.]
Today is the first day of Spring? I hoped for something out of the Cuckoo Song:
Alas, it feels more like
Winter is icummen in,--Ezra Pound, Ancient Music.
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
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