Am waiting to go down The Railway for
The monthly pub quiz, what we used to win
But nowadays we just never come near
Five points behind, or is it nearer ten?
Are some of them cheating, using their phone?
Thank God it's back to normal, weather-wise
The Beast from the East and the snows are gone
From Manchester and Salford streets, and ice
Has melted and drained away like the sighs
Of love. As spring approaches with its store
Of light and life, new hope is still growing
Green shoots that never seem to compromise
Their aim is the sun, to catch what it pours
Upon the earth from far distant heaven
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