Fifty springs are little room, augury and innocence.

1. Walking down a footpath while the white petals of wild cherry blossom fell all around me.

2. The swallows are back and I heard my first cuckoo. Summer is coming in.

3. A child's mountain bike lying on its side, right in the way, outside the newsagents.

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  1. i hope you wore a long white dress and toted a parasol for the cherry blossom parade

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  2. Thirteen short springs are even less
    Specially when in London’s press,
    Now it’s therefore time to vow
    To bloody stop commuting now.

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  3. Anonymous -- the day I stopped commuting to a London magazine was one of the happiest days of my life. I don't think I stopped grinning for a week.

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  4. Tristan -- I wore long blue jeans and toted a mobile phone. Does that count?

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  5. Anonymous - I entirely agree with you!

    I was standing in the middle of a cherry blossom snow storm as well yesterday. The seasons are zooming through this year. It must be that long winter, and now everything is playing catch-up.

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