Mon Mar 31..........2014

Mon Mar 31..........2014 [ From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him; Yet nor the lays of birds, not the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.]-William Shakespeare A slight drizzle with scattered icicles Gloomy morning mist sings the farewell song of March. A bird whistles on a tree top to the April fools! 'The World has changed into a long lasting peace treaty and the dangerous arms in a grand auction to whom? I pulled a puff of the damp air into my patchy lungs and how cool it is? I scribbled with my little finger on the misty window. 'Oh! This radical boy will be 63 in April somehow! ' My beloved sits behind me and she passed a remark; 'How could a Grandpa becomes a boy? ' Then I said; 'If you're ready I could have supplied a dozen of strong boys for the World cup Soccer in Brazil' She smiled like an April flower! Scribbled this today at the Bank of America in Wellesley Hills, Massachusetts nimal dunu