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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