the second cruelest month. "We'll see
what happens," Donald's wont to say.
(I fear the cruelest may be May.)
As luck would have, I love my rooms --
less Navy brig, more Brigadoon.
Beyond them, something wicked looms.
I hope I'll see you all come June.
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| Eggcentric Arthurian: Eggscaliber |
