climbs through my window
every morning,
a runaway
returning.
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the days are in
no hurry
to retire to
darkness
they beg for
just a little longer.
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a walk among the thaw
the barren branches now
proudly displaying
green baby buds
the birds chatter
and the Thames
cracks with
joyful laughter
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-spring has arrived in Oxford
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