By the middle of the year we predict we will be in the middle of the year.
Oh to be a soothsayer now that spring is here.
We trust the bulbs of tulips and the same sunrise cheer.
Selling generic wishes and sugar-coated philosophy, with a summary version every time.
We are listening for the tuning fork. Pitch me.
The time was a minute ago and a minute to come soon – popping the cork.
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