April is
National Poetry Month and today is was sunny and near seventy out. To celebrate as tasty morsel of a poem:
Daffodowndilly
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."
A.A.
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