by Ogden Nash Praise the spells and bless the charms,I found April in my arms.April golden, April cloudy,Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;April soft in flowered langour,April cold with sudden anger,Ever changing, ever true -I love April, I love you.
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The Common Cold
by Ogden Nash Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemplate a joy exquisite I’m not paying you for your visit. I did not call you to be told My malady is a common cold. ByContinue reading “The Common Cold”
Robin's Nest 