Gurgle of the water as it only
Gurgled in the spring, and smell the air,
That musty smell, the smell of earth again.
And how the breeze would whisper, "Vag, it's spring;
Vag in love; Vag in love; it's spring. . . . Wake up!"
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Something hit his face and made him see
The open window by his head. "Oh, well,
I still can ski; the snow is deeper now."