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April 1, 2003
Now I Get ItI get fooled every time.
I'm always ready to believe the worst:
Winter without end; the end of everything, all withering away, wasting
into nothing; snowless cold emptiness;
of nothing ever again growing,
and why should it?
What's the use in replenishing this destitute earth?
Then it comes forth:
poking through the old year;
unfolding; expanding fragile filaments stronger than granite;
reviving; sighing; no subsiding…
exchanging dun for green, the Winter done for;
every year, April fools me.