Friday, April 1, 2022

The charm of spring

Hokey smokes—it’s April! And you know what that means, don’t you?

Yes, indeedy—30 days, 30 poems. Because National Poetry Month.

Since it’s also a Friday, I’m thinking we’ll kick it off with Ella and Louis performing the 1932 song, “April in Paris”. It’s about as far away from the war in Ukraine, Republican douchebaggery and the general shite swirling around us as you can get.

Other times; another place.

 

 

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