April is pretty and cruel Like its days and nights... All April's fools are lovely And cute although some look At them as too much anytime... April's fool is no longer as It used to be when we were Little kids who enjoyed them Greatly, gladly, and wonderfully... All April's fools are merely Nowadays hollow, ugly, and meaningless Simply because life has changed For different directions that Are far from what we used to Know anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... ______________________________________________________________________
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