April is March's brother and All other year's months anytime, but It's the cruelest of all months Simply because that's the way We see it anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... Although it's great and wonderful, but It changes itself swiftly Into another month that bewilders us... It's changing itself as any snake Changes its skin anytime... It turns itself into a crazy month In a moment, but We see differently in another moment... It's sometimes out of control and It's greatly wonderful later on... It's the moody month that takes us Into the best and into the worst At the same... We all like it although it makes Looking at it as something weird and amazing... ______________________________________________________________________
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