April

Oh sweet April! With your showers so full and pastels blooming–you sweep me away at each, each arrival.

Bringing me dreams upon dreams of free, free days and long light nights; oh glorious strolls!

strolls of green, green, green.

Oh sweet April!  With your pollen so thick, I feel I’m breathing through a woolly filter–you sweep in all the life, right into my body

And I lay down with you in absolute agony.

Oh sweet April; my Dear sweet April– how I love to hate thee, yet can’t even

Try to hate thee.

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