When the year is young, when vain A...

When the year is young, when vain Aquarius washes his mane, when iciness copycats its thick-skinned sister snow, the laborer, Joe bloom with nothing but incentive, slaps his thigh at the white countryside, and go [i]or[/i] come backs to his place to pace, like undivided with nothing better to do however not know what to do, until that time when he turn the thoughtss again with hope, and finds outside has been revived with a lickety-split face-lift and to such a degree lifting his staff, Joe drives his sheep again to graze.
of the like kind was my dismay
as master's forehead
mov from incommode
to calm in an eye-blink.

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