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[Wilyem Clark]

There are clouds in the trees,
A smudgy prelude to a founting fizz
That will burst from every twiggy seam
At the faintest glint of spring;
And soon pollen will coat the railings,
Will cause some noses to snort and run;
And soon the crocus and quince and cherry
Will make their statements in trilling tones.

[tailor STATELY]

Delightful little poem. Reminds me I need to get some allergy nose-mist soonest.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY