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Edward Dyson - Why Spring Fell FlatEdward Dyson - Why Spring Fell Flat
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The Spring is gone.  I have not seen   Its fairies tripping on the Block, Arcadians in grey and green,   The happy flapper in a frock So dainty that the breezes fret It like the smoke of cigarette. I’ve seen no pixies of the pave   The season deck with flower and plume; No slim, entrancing elves that wave   Their gossamers like wattle bloom; But only staid, trim maids arrayed In Autumn costumes tailor-made. Not like a garden poppy strewn   And scented as an Eden fair Has been the Block at afternoon.   So Spring came not to me this year. Curse on the greedy profiteer Who made the dear ones all too dear!
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