March - Poem by Gregory Huyette
This wintery season has come, but not yet gone,
Though as like Caesar it’s time will soon move on.
With St. Patrick’s followers as dedicated guides,
Fun can be had by all who celebrate these famous Ides.
Whether friend or foe or upper or lower class,
Invest moments well for each never again will pass.
Happiness or sadness is a decision you yourself make.
Your mark on this month depends on the road you take.
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