Torturous Spring

Torturous Spring short poem

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You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day,
Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines,
Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer,
I went out in a shirt on Sunday, thinking it was staying warm,
Then you ran away again, leaving me cold and torn,
Come on spring we’ve had enough, finding coats and hats and gloves,
Where’s the flowers, heat and fun, surely now the winters done,
If I sit for one more day twittering my life away,
I think I’ll really lose the plot and start a life career of pot,
So come on Spring, really do your stuff the people of England have had enough.

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I grew up on a council estate bordering the green fields of kent , so it was fishing in streams and glue sniffing skinheads, what a contrast. I,ve taken drugs and had mixed times both very bad and good and have done a huge variety of different jobs which all in all I think make my work interesting. I dont drink or take drugs anymore. Havent for 8 years. Its better but I regret nothing, it all adds to you person.Thanks for reading my work. Its very enjoyable to do and a bit secret !
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