It’s April

Oh thou crappy snow Why are you bothering me? It’s April and I’m a fool for believing a whisper that you would be gone at the end of March You were scarce around here all winter Oh thou crappy snow Why do you show up now? Why do you torment me? Why do you scatter your white, icy, wet flakes on the ground? It’s April and I’m a fool for believing that I would be riding a bike after theRead more