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A recent jaunt through my Winnie-the-Pooh treasury found me falling in love with A.A. Milne’s poetry again, and wishing for spring all the more!


She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,

She wore her greenest gown;

She turned to the south wind

And curtsied up and down.

She turned to the sunlight

And shook her yellow head,

And whispered to her neighbour:

“Winter is dead”.

– A.A. Milne

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