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spring’s coming

April 2, 2017
In spring my thoughts turn to Robin Hood 
After a long winter’s slough
I rise
Shedding my heavy coat for one 
Of Lincoln green
It is that tune again, that plays restlessly in my mind at night 
It is that wind that rustles, murmuring 
Round the house and through the halls
Calling, calling, me 
To walk out in the green 
To run in the twilight forest shadows 
To whisper amongst the soft pale leaves and tell the tales that must be told 
Once more 

It is spring and Robin Hood
Has come again 

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