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FEBRUARY
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11th
WHEN
In February there are days,
Blue, and nearly warm,
When horses switch their tails and ducks Go quacking through the farm.
When everything turns round to feel The sun upon its back —
When winter lifts a little bit
And spring peeks through the crack.
Dorothy Aldis
12th
WHITE SHEEP
White sheep, white sheep On a blue hill,
When the wind stops You all stand still.
You all run away
When the winds blow;
White sheep, white sheep, Where do you go?
W. H. Davies