I've heard it said that March goes in like a lion, but I don't see it. Where are its paws? Where is the lion swagger, the boldness and confidence? What is it entering, anyway? All I see is a dead landscape continuing to be dead. Is it a dead lion? Might I expect some roaring from the next world?
1 comment:
i like dead landscapes. they're pretty.
the 'in like a lion' bit refers to the wind, dumbass. of which there has been an amount excessive. cold, too.
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