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[molldoll_singer]

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding  Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing  Memory and desire, stirring  Dull roots with spring rain. 
Winter kept us warm, covering         5 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding  A little life with dried tubers.

Happy April, guys.

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[anonymous]

i love you
-CWA

[instanth20]

when that april with his shoures sote, the drought of march hath perced to the rote and bathed every vein in swich licour, of which verto endengered is the flour...
I think I misspelled stuff, but you get the picture.
Oh Jane Pepperdine...