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by ST, early 1980s That time of year thou mayest in me behold When budding blossoms do splendidly unfold And make all pink what rightly all is green; A bird that flits from bloom to bloom–a hungry calf unweaned. In me thou seest the bright forenoon of day: Sun in full sight, yet not atContinue reading “Pardon Me, Sir William”