11 April 2011

A morning like this calls to mind...

WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote...

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  1. The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
    And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
    Of which vertu engendred is the flour...

    We had that kind of weather last Friday.

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