4.09.2014

Not Much Of A Jump-Rope Rhyme

April
brings what it brings.
May follows, just after
you’ve given up hope of ever
after.

Mama Zen has the Real Toads writing short poems about the cruelest month.
Posted by Marian at 7:07 AM
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10 comments:

  1. SusanApril 9, 2014 at 8:49 AM

    It would work as alternating slo-mo with hot pepper, or vice versa. Fun.

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  2. JimApril 9, 2014 at 10:56 AM

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  3. JimApril 9, 2014 at 10:58 AM

    Telling it like it is, Marian, succintly. Made me think too!
    Great minds? Mine today is an application of our thoughts with a brighter beginning.
    ..

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  4. Mama ZenApril 9, 2014 at 11:58 AM

    Amen!

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyApril 9, 2014 at 12:11 PM

    This is the unvarnished Truth. Thank heavens for faithful May! But our Aprils here on the west coast are full of blossoms and are eagerly awaited, too.

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  6. Yvonne OsborneApril 9, 2014 at 8:06 PM

    April is the promise that May fulfills. Ever after. Love your phrasing.

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  7. MargaretApril 9, 2014 at 10:51 PM

    Ha ha ha. (I'm smiling and thinking how smart you are!)

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  8. Susie ClevengerApril 9, 2014 at 10:56 PM

    To the point!! Love it!!

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  9. Sumana RoyApril 9, 2014 at 11:07 PM

    and everafter...great phrasing...brilliant :D

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  10. AnonymousApril 14, 2014 at 4:28 AM

    taut. well penned~

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