April is about to spring,
Into our lives once more,
Flowers grow and sweet birds sing,
Winters through the door.
April showers fall upon,
The grass that starts to rise,
The months pass by so quickly,
It isn't a surprise.
Soon the sky will change to blue,
From dull and cloudy days,
And I will still remember you,
In the old familiar way.
Jayne Louise Davies
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