Culture
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Written by Elizabeth Salter
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Saturday, 05 May 2012 16:32 |
I heard a cuckoo in the lane. The wind was blowing strong. The little moisture drops above Had hardened into snow. It was the coldest April day Cuckoo had ever known. A day to throw her major key And take a minor tone.
An all pervasive saddened sound That cuckoo's notes now played!
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