Tuesday, April 1, 2008


~ A.A. Milne

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
      She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
      And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
      And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
      “Winter is dead.”

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