Spring is Hell
Time for indoor chores,
Skies open, so close your doors,
When it rains it pours.
Spring is not my friend,
When winter’s grip doesn’t end,
Unnatural Chill.
Degenerate slug,
With a sly, pug-ugly mug,
Spring gives us the shrug.
There is little to no chance that you will find what you are looking for here. If cyberspace were real estate, you just landed on Baltic Ave.
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