Spring
Must be spring he said
Laying a warm hand
Upon her thigh
Sap's rising
We'll have none of that nonsense
She replied
Frostily
Must be spring he said
Laying a warm hand
Upon her thigh
Sap's rising
We'll have none of that nonsense
She replied
Frostily
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