April's angry when not angst-y.
Fuming foments frothing furor.
March was messy, muddled madness.
Snowing sloppy then sun spotty,
Weather wet less when wind wicked.
Escape exit, egress entered,
Leaving litter lacking license,
Halting halfway heart-light hopeful.
April’s angry now, ablutions
Welled-up washing those so witless
futile following, feckless fools.
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Copyright 2015 Femme Malheureuse
#NaPoMo 2015 #NPM15
Graphic: Thomas Angermann via Flickr
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