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I wish I were an April fool

I wish I were an April fool

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 against your skin.

Then we would wash away the past

and begin to begin again

and all those April mornings

would be fresh as April grasses bending softly and growing steady towards the sun .

I wish that April would never end

everlasting as a kiss.

And we could share each
April night exploring April’s bliss

Then we could ride the April breeze

that smells of new born flowers and flutter like the blowing leaves and call this moment ours.