Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.
Added: 14 Sep 2001 | Last Read: 8 Nov 2009 2:07 AM | Viewed: 8757 times
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