this march roared in like a lion;
it may not march out like a lamb.
i've learned about some things,
and just like the in spring,
beginnings don't follow a plan.
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writing the left
Poetry"writing the left" is 2022 collection of micropoetry by h.h. | @bull.sees.red
spring.
this march roared in like a lion;
it may not march out like a lamb.
i've learned about some things,
and just like the in spring,
beginnings don't follow a plan.