I am hating schools with and almost pure hatred right now. Almost any other works is more appealing than finishing up this last paper of the semester.
For a second I will pretend that I have actually enjoyed Spring. Ahhh Spring. There is nothing quite like the filigree of buds against the true blue sky.. and yes, with ee cummings I enjoy the all that is true and infinite and yes.... I am not feeling reborn though. Nope. No Osiris here.. No Golden bough of spring. I am still in the garlic rut of mud of the nearly spring. So, I am worrying about school work again. I need to stop!
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