It's bad poetry month -- I mean poetry month, so as promised? threatened? here is my first entry:
It's the first day of April
And I was dressed like a fool,
For the sun was warm and bright
But the wind was Arctic cool.
And just think, I typed that with a wiggly two-year-old on my lap. :)
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