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    April wears her lemon dress
    Giving hints of gentleness
    An illusion that the frost is gone
    Yet I forgive her chilly morns

    By coffee time the sky shows blue
    The washing dries and pavements too
    Lunch brings little showers of rain
    Then like magic warmth again

    A fickle girl our early April
    Her ribbons unfurl as flower beds
    Yellows pinks and shades of reds
    As day by day her flowers thrill
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