Something up her sleeve

Submitted by edpope on Sun, 05/02/2017 - 17:47

The older that I get I find my favourite month is February
When nothing's started yet and I've not seen the glossy celandine
Hoping against hope love has something up her sleeve
And what survives the wintertime's whatever we still believe
And we've lost good friends like the leaves that fell
And some year soon I'll be leaving as well

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