KDB NaPoWriMo
Thursday, May 1, 2014
April 30, 2014
April once forgot to shower
Its stench corrupted
All May's flowers
Dry-rotted bulbs dead in the ground
Wilted weeds, no songbird sounds.
So now, though it be illy timed,
April showers, hence the rhyme.
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