Simon Fowler
the first rites of spring
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Spring came like a warm feeling,
Happy now just to warm my bones,
All the flat line thoughts I've been thinking,
weave a pattern where I call my home.
It's just the first rites of spring.
It's just the first rites of spring.
Come away from thoughts that haunt a lifetime,
Don't regret a lifetime not thought well,
All the fast lane plans of your youthfullness,
Echo with the playground bell.
It's just the first rites of spring.
It's just the first rites of spring.
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