P. S. Burton
	A Reply I understand why April is the cruelest month the unscented loathsome blossoming brings nothing but great expectations. The contagious unorthodox blooming of the magnolia occurs. The prism radiance is seen in the little pools of dew. the crows still remain cold. The leaves of grass are still unchanging and accepted by all, and the wisdom of the butterfly is to remain youthful and playful while it feeds upon my magnolia. The laughing weeping willow hair blows with the gentle cruel April breeze. The cool vanilla scent that accounts for the love that goes around is cruel it plays with the emotions of all by bringing showers among showers of new life and rain. I understand why April is the cruelest month

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