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I wish I were an April fool full of sweet April laughter. Then I would ride the whirling winds that chase the sweet here-after and, in full bloom, deliver soft April kisses to all those blossoming, fair haired girls that lust and long for spring. I wish I were an April shower warm and wet [ READ MORE ]
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