Less Than (or) Definitely Not Greater Than
I don't know what the hell T.S. Eliot thought he was talking about. February is totally the cruelest month.
I mean, February is not helped by the fact that I have always loathed it. In the mountains of my childhood, February meant endless chilly rain drizzling from leaden skies. It meant temperatures too warm to be cold and too cold to be warm ( Read more... )
I mean, February is not helped by the fact that I have always loathed it. In the mountains of my childhood, February meant endless chilly rain drizzling from leaden skies. It meant temperatures too warm to be cold and too cold to be warm ( Read more... )
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