By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 04, 2019 March By Annie Wells Cannon O, March, a foolish rogue you are,Whistling tales to the polar star,For in a lilac bush todayA med-lark sang a roundelay,A scarlet-winged orioleTrilled once more his madrigal,While down beneath a leafy bedA purple violet hid its head,The South wind blew with such a paceThe mask fell off your smiling face. (1932) ...
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