In January's cold gloom When shiver we must, Armed with camera out we go Forgetting all this winter's frost because we have a photograph to post. When sleeps the hedgehog neath the leaves that Autumn wrought And log fires just a memory, And ev'n the squirrel hides his face Then come o Spring; we're pining here, To see the snowdrops bright white lace. 26/01/2006 Southampton
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