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APRIL
“How is it you are laughing, dear,With both your eyes a-twinkle?
Alas, 'tis all too soon, I fear
To let my little buds appear.
But now each restless prisoner
Attempts my foot to tickle,
And once to laugh if I begin,
They know I cannot keep them in.”
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