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March, a Fickle Month
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Mad Musings
March, you fickle month
A weather vane swinging wildly from
Winter to Spring and back round
to Winter again
One day's temperatures soaring enough
to persuade me to shed my second skin
and run outside in my birthday suit
The next's send me to snuggle up at the
woodstove to watch the snowfall mocking
O won't you please decide what season to be
Perhaps you are waiting for me to get
fed up making fires and give away the
somber torpor of brumal sedentary stares
