First of April

Spring comes; bees pollinating blooming beds of dainty sweet flowers

Shamrock grass grows tall, animals play, and lovely rain showers

Diamonds gleaming radiant, sights and sounds of affection abound

Picnics, balloons, laughter, as the sun softly filtered through clouds

A beautiful day to be frolicking outside, the zephyr blew gentle and cool

But to her melancholic, heavy heart, it was all but a cruel April fools.

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