BOOK SAYS
The book says it's the first of
Spring. I'll take it, and not object
a thing : splendid hours for the
little flowers, balmy air for my
what-may-care.
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Sometimes we are blessed with
good moments; other times not.
I'm here declaiming that I can't
tell the difference ; They're all
the same to me. The book says
First of Spring. We'll see.
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I've had too many tortured months
of this before - the tried, and the
attempted. Once it fails we're beat
and disappointed. Yet, hold your
hopes up high. Bad times, not yet
invented, can only hover and then
fade away....
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