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March!

March!..not as in soldiers

and not as in Hare

But March!

--the month that blows

All the stuff everywhere!

 

March!...like a lion

Can blow up your skirt

And sent your hat

Flying..........

Down into the dirt!

 

March!...days are longer

And at least its not snowing

But just like my nose

The wind keeps on BLOWING!

 

March!....a bad hair day

As bad as can get...

Only loved by the folks

Who make Final Net!

--Aunt Sadie

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