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For Febuary

FOOLse

FOOLne

FOOLonki

FOOLwari me

FOOL k sath wish kiya-

'O' FOOL, U r d mst

beautiFOOL,

wonderFOOL &

colorFOOL

amongst all

FOOOLS...

Happy FOOL's day.

Once a day and sometimes more
I look out my day dream door
To see if spring is out there yet
Im really anxious, but mustnt fret.
I see the snow a melting down
and lots of mud and slush around
I know the grass will surely sprout
and birds and flowers will come about.
But why oh why does it take so long?
Im sure the calendar cant be wrong.
Sunshine fills my heart with cheer
I wish that spring were really here.

You can always tell its April
By the sound of falling rain
That mystic, mournful music
As it trickles down the drain.
Were told we should be thankful
For the kiss of April showers
As it washes all the grass clean
And prepares the soil for flowers.
Theres another side to April
Which doesnt bode us good,
When that mini, manic maelstrom
Turns the lawn to liquid mud.

All the wild sweetness of the flower
Tangled against the wall.
It was that magic, silent hour....
The branches grew so tall
They twined themselves into a bower.
The sun shown ... and the fall
Of yellow blossom on the grass!
You feel that golden rain?
Both of you could not hold, alas,
(both of you tried, in vain)
A memory, stranger. So I pass....
It will not come again.

How many million Aprils came
before I ever knew
how white a cherry bough could be,
a bed of squills, how blue
And many a dancing April
when life is done with me,
will lift the blue flame of the flower
and the white flame of the tree
Oh burn me with your beauty then,
oh hurt me tree and flower,
lest in the end death try to take
even this glistening hour...

When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;
When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing;
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long --
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.