Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
12.12.2025
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April 1st
Oh, April 1st, you sly old friend,
You always catch us in the end.
A sudden shock, a quick surprise,
A grin that dances in the eyes.
And though we know you year by year,
You still approach with mischief near.
A simple prank can make us see
How sweet a little joy can be.
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