Here is my April 1st poem:
April came in like a hot cat
frocked in leopard skins.
Boozy breath, watching sparrows.
Someone YouTube those legs!
April, rewrote her temperate history,
nearly managed eighty-five degrees.
On the second day lightning, mewling,
and thunder put her off.
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