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

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

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

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

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  10. taut. well penned~

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