Epilogues: June 2017
There are songs about winter, spring and fall. But there are songs about summer. And that’s no coincidence.
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There are songs about winter, spring and fall. But there are songs about summer. And that’s no coincidence.
Plug in your earphones, compadres. It’s time to dance to the music…al cats.
April, sweet April, T.S. Eliot had you all wrong. You’re not the cruellest month. You’re not trying to show us fear in a handful of dust.
March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.