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The Trumpiad: Book 1—Canto 2

February 2017 I Where are the songs of Spring? (You might well ask.) When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush. The darling bud’s not ready for the task The lark ascending but a darkling thrush. The smell of … Continue reading

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