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jackYou know how it is in February.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're three month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're twenty millennia back in the damn ice age.
Apologies to Robert Frost for so so much. But he probably deserves being ripped of a little :)
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're three month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're twenty millennia back in the damn ice age.
Apologies to Robert Frost for so so much. But he probably deserves being ripped of a little :)