April Fool SMS Collection

Narcotic greens
narcotic greens
like reeling firmaments disclose
in their appearing randomness
the sweetest means that you or she
or any wandering Thales might
choose to be
wonder-struck with
at the moment
when we die

By: nick
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Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true,
Primrose, first born child of Ver,
Merry Spring-times harbinger.

By: akshya
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Winters done, and Aprils in the skies,
Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!

By: rohit
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Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trails its wreath;
And tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure;
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Natures holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

By: komal
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April is no month for burials.

By: akshya
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Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.
And theres the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And theres the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.

By: indu
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That age is best which is the first
When youth and blood are warmer.

By: komal
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Tis the noon of the spring-time,
Yet never a bird In the wind-shaked elm or the maple is heard;
For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,
And blowing of drifts where the crocus should blow;
Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white;
On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light,
Oer the cold winter-beds of their late-waking roots
The frosty flake eddies, the ice crystal shoots;
And, longing for light, under wind-driven heaps,
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps,
Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,
With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!

By: nick
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You can always tell its April
By the sound of falling rain
That mystic, mournful music
As it trickles down the drain.
Were told we should be thankful
For the kiss of April showers
As it washes all the grass clean
And prepares the soil for flowers.
Theres another side to April
Which doesnt bode us good,
When that mini, manic maelstrom
Turns the lawn to liquid mud.

By: neha
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The promise of these fragrant flowers,
The fruit that neath these blossoms lies
Once hung, they say, in Edens bowers,
And tempted Eve in Paradise.
O fairest daughter of Eves blood,
Lest her misprision thine should be,
Ive nipped temptation in the bud
And send this snowy spray to thee.

By: akshya
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In April, we cannot see sunflowers in France, so we might say the sunflowers do not exist. But the local farmers have already planted thousands of seeds, and when they look at the bare hills, they may be able to see the sunflowers already. The sunflowers are there. They lack only the conditions of sun, heat, rain and July. Just because we cannot see them does not mean that they do not exist.

By: rohit
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For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
the flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

By: neha
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Dropped off
body and mind -
weeding new cuttings.

By: indu
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