GT Asp

Confounded am I

Sprays and allergies marked this of the year

yet I find myself alone wondering ’bout them years before

April is the cruelest month Elliot sayeth

I mistrust This lovely February weather 2019

the sun shines the birds chirp I find but confusion

as the sun starts the thaw so early these

seasons in the sun

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