Spring is nearly here and it\'s coming really fast
40 mile per hour wind, blowing straight up my frecking arse
O I can\'t help but love this feeling, even though my poo bags gone off with out me!
That\'s summer is just round the corner, when fence panels will stay on there boarder
Wheelbins will be acting more sober, not trying to take people over
Winter is finally ending
Springs joy is rushing inside me
Nothing hides from the evergreen
Giving off its everlasting energy
That I\'ve now lost within this little melody, I\'ll just sit back and listen to others poetry