Harumph. *Grumble grumble*

April is the worst month. It should be so spectacular and fun with National Poetry Month and all, and I'm a frenetic ball of stress. Every. damn. year.

But here's a lovely poem from Gregory Orr, who I *heart*. He's a gorgeous man, a wonderful poet.

Carry on! As you were!

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