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Kunama 1956


Spring


Now winter days are drawing to a close,
And heavy from are few and far between,
The bees are humming round a golden rose
To gather pollen for their lovely Queen.
A butterfly is flitting round a flower,
And lizards sun themselves by path and tree,
And so, as Spring comes nearer hour by hour,
We wonder at the marvels that we see.

FAIRLIE LANG, 3A


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