Late
It's late Winter here
Morning sun creates shadows
Fading down the wall
Late blooming lemon
Small pink buds everywhere
Must think it is Spring
I'm late, I'm late for...
A very important date
White rabbit to Alice
Ted, my late father
Was a special breed of man
Survived World War Two
Maybe
Maybe it will rain
I should take an umbrella
And Wellington boots
Maybe wars will cease
What would people do with guns?
And all those spare bombs?
Maybe Elvis lives
Writing, crooning to himself
In an old rocker
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