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an unseasonably mild poem...
the supermarkets sell
spring onions all year round
and nobody can tell
precisely where they're found...
Published 5th Mar 2017
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5th Mar 2017 00:42am
5th Mar 2017 2:28pm
(Grins and giggles)
Perhaps they're hiding among the summer squash......?? :p
Perhaps they're hiding among the summer squash......?? :p
6th Mar 2017 6:45pm
2nd Dec 2017 9:38pm
