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Light hearted William twirled 
his November moustaches 
and, half dressed, looked
from the bedroom window
upon the spring weather. 
Heigh-ya! sighed he gaily 
leaning out to see 
up and down the street 
where a heavy sunlight 
lay beyond some blue shadows. 

Into the room he drew 
his head again and laughed
to himself quietly 
twirling his green moustaches. 



Submitted by Bob

Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 8:07 PM | Viewed: 4321 times

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