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By Marilyn Carnell

Itís said April is the cruelest month
I beg to disagree
March is much more devious
It likes to toy with me

March lets me think Spring is on its way
And I will be set free of snow and ice
To revel in its vernal warmth with bliss
And greet the flowers I now miss

Then suddenly a blizzard comes
And makes a fool of me

© March 2023 Marilyn Carnell

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