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We like March

We like March

We like March.
His Shoes are Purple
He is new and high
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler.
Makes he Forests dry.
Knows the Adder Tongue his coming
And presents her Spot
Stands the Sun so close and mighty
That our Minds are hot.

News is he of all the others
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds exercising
On his British Sky.

We like March his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler
Makes he Forests Dry
Knows the Adder’s Tongue his coming
And begets her spot
Stands the Sun so close and mighty
That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky



Poem We like March - Emily Dickinson