The fierce March wind is blowing,
and the winding creek is just a flowing.
The phone was loudly ringing
and the birds are sweetly singing.
If the pike have already went upstream,
then I didn't get to see um,
It's truly a rare treat
that only nature can beat!
They say March comes in like a lion
all beastly and snowin'
and it goes out like a lamb
driving a new Dodge Ram,
And we all know ....
April showers bring May flowers!
with that beautiful thought
so I must go
and see what the mail brought!
written by Marilyn Harrell
by the Tequilla barrell
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