Thursday, March 13, 2014

Twas a Week Before The Equinox

Spring hasn't quite sprung but the onions in the kitchen have. Sprouted. Not necessarily sprung. I suppose I could have written a whole poem that riffs on the Christmas one. This is just occurring to me now. So never mind. Also, I'm hearing Green Onions in my head right now. And now so are you.

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