Monday, March 1, 2010

March Madness

I sit in my room and stare out the window
The sky glares back offering not the slightest glimmer of encouragement
The ground likewise leers - bleak, stone-faced and smug
Even the wind chimes in with its brisk guffaw against the cold glass

- Such is the sinister madness of March
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