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The Beauty that is April

Most people's thoughts on April are just hyperbole
And yet I just can't help myself, I find I do agree
Blooms from our dear poppies make our hillsides look aflame
To miss their golden beauty would truly be a shame
The pedals from Jacaranda trees drop down like purple rain
Though on the ground they die and rot and clean up's such a pain
This month's a thing of wonder full of hope we know's a lie
For soon they all will turn to brown, lay down their lives and die
The desert's not an easy life, full of wind and heat and sand
And while April's beauty flees from us we enjoy while we can

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