Archie Greenidge

Spring is life
Spring is hope
So is love and
happiness.
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Justice, justice, justice!
Where art thou? ye Stewarth?
Justice is the very warmth of an inn,
When interred from the bitter slippery, frosty storm.
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Buffiling winds stormy seas.
The murky water,
In shallows.
Shows a tempest is nigh.
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Awake! Awake!
'Twas winter O'er
The spring
The summer's cometh.
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