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"Pete C" writes:
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| It is slightly over 2 years since I posted this, and it feels
| relevant again :-(
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| Spring ain't sprung, the grass ain't riz,
| I wonder where the birdies is.
| There ain't no little birdies 'cos,
| Their little balls is bloody froz.
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| Well, blinkin' birdies wake me up every morning, and my grass ain't stopped
| rizzin. Pah!!.......bloody nature!
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| Pete C
| London UK

Yeah, well, the pall of smog you live under keeps you warm. Here
on the bleak prairies, there is no shelter - and I still can't work
out why my garden is colder than the rest of Cambridge :-(


Regards,
Nick Maclaren.