April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
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April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers.

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