While you were not looking
While you were not there
While you spent your moments staring
at the frosty April air

While you were not looking
At the dreary April sky
Distracted by the stormy clouds
Where scant hopes but belie,

Spring sprang sprung upon you
While you thought winter would stay
And while you grappled with that fact
Flies the last summer day

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Just been told by my uncle who's an immigration officer that ... he's an officer! haha as in technically he's a 2nd warrent officer because of his job.
though if there's a war he's a lance corporal though back in the S-A-F,

which, according to my cousin who's a NS Regular (master sergent), stands for
Serve And Fuckoff.

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