Day is night, black is
White, and up is down. New World?
No, just April Fools.
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Like a sweet lamb
March is ready to sleep, and
I must sneeze and sneeze
Early morning dark,
Still, birds busy chirping, sounds
Of waking, soft, distant.
So much white, too bright.
The fog encapsulates, we
Are buried by light.
A dark world today
Oppressive, simmering just
Beneath the surface
Clear sunny days. Fresh
Green buds, soft petals, light breezes.
A prelude to heat.
Tired days, sleepy
Stay abed and dream, then stretch,
Turn, to dream again.
Doors close tight, locked.
Dark within, no light. There is
No way out this time.
Obstruction is the rule
Chest thumping, greedy fools
Self interest reigns.
Celebrate things round
Honor pi today, where we
Write months before days
