Oh the lovely fickleness of an April day!
After two months of horrible computer problems, I had concluded that the free Windows 10 installation was an unreliable lobotomized operating system as compared to Windows 7 on a 2011 HP G72-B50US lap...
Today has been a day dropped out of June into April.
Authors must spend months, years making fantasy believable in a single work while reality runs rampant and complete chaos elsewhere.
Integrity is so perishable in the summer months of success.
January grey is here Like a sexton by her grave February bears the bier March with grief doth howl and rave And April weeps - but O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
There will be days you wish you’d never done it. And thosewill be the good times, when it’s only days of regret and notmonths.
The ides of March are come.
Among the changing months May stands confest The sweetest and in fairest colors dressed.
April. Month of dust and lies.
I didn't want to deal in poetry. I got rid of that after a few months.