In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb
In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb
by Lorie Hill
March roars in like a lion
So fierce,
The wind so cold,
It seems to pierce.
The month rolls on
And Spring draws near,
And March goes out
Like a lamb so dear.
In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb
by Lorie Hill
March roars in like a lion
So fierce,
The wind so cold,
It seems to pierce.
The month rolls on
And Spring draws near,
And March goes out
Like a lamb so dear.
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Favorite poem: October Fullness, by Pablo Neruda
Little by little, and also in great leaps,
Life happened to me,
and how significant this business is.
These veins carried my blood, which I scarcely ever saw.
I breathed the air of so many places
without keeping a sample of any.
In the end, everyone is aware of this:
nobody keeps any of what he has,
and life is a borrowing of bones.
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