Remember, remember the Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot, I know of no reason Why the Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent To blow up the King and Parli'ment. Three-score barrels of powder below To prove old England's overthrow; By God's providence he was catch'd With a dark lantern and burning match. Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King! And what should we do with him? Burn him!
Mother Nature is a wondrously cruel beast, I think. Today is the last day of March 2010. Yesterday Spring was in the air, the smell of new life everywhere. Today that new life struggles to survive.
Snow has not yet left the valley, so it seems. Winter does not yet want to let go, and gives Spring the best it has...
But as with each passing year, the testament of time to prevail and move forward continues. Nature's ultimate will. To survive.
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