Contra Mr. Eliot Poem by Alan Sandham

Alan Sandham

Alan Sandham

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Contra Mr. Eliot



It's February, not April, that's the crueller time,
Parts of me freeze that I'd forgotten were mine;
What I remember as the year upends
Is that April's more likely to be one of my friends.

Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,seasons
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