Poetry Month

April is Poetry Month. I understand that baseball parks open during April too. There’s something poetic about that. The smell, the hot dogs, the children, the green grass. It’s all good, as they say.  I guess I wish more people liked poetry. Whatever. I am glad you’re here.

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