Goodbye March, you won't be missed
With your rain and snow which did persist,
You came in like a lion, now please leave like a lamb
Mother Nature you surely are, a vindictive and evil ma'am.
You gave us snow which froze the street and the pavement
Then you gave us rain which flooded my yard and my basement,
With your snow I froze and I fell and that you didn't regret
Then you gave us rain, which gave me a cold and drenched me wet.
But, were you finished? No! You melted the snow which turned into mud
Then the melted snow and the constant rain you allowed, gave us a flood,
Now! the only way you can help me to forget and not to grieve
Is when it is April, and March.... You did leave.
Randy L. McClave
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