The Day Before April
May Carolyn Davis
The day before April,
Alone, alone,
I walked in the woods
and sat on a stone.
I sat on a broad stone
and sang to the birds.
The tune was God's making,
But I made the words.
I don't believe the muse visits you. I believe that you visit the muse. --Michael Lewis
Blessings
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