another bloody spring poem

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another bloody spring poem ( meop gnirps ydoolb rehtona )

spring a song of sixpence

spring for your breakfast

spring for your supper

take these springs – & fly

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spring like a bird

spring like a telephone

spring me to sleep

like a spingamijig

~

cash is spring

the spring of the castle

the spring of the jungle

spring ’til come what may

~

the spring is dead

long live the spring

it’s not over

’til the fat lady springs

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