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March covers the tiny, shivering buds
with frost, soon they'll adorn women's hair 
to attract mates who seek an intimate affair;
some guys like dark hair, others like blonde hair,
its the choice of brooms, of certain studs
who prefer ladies who dress with a distinctive flair!  

Earth and sea are silent and dominate
the mood of bleakness and anxiety,
impatient eyes peak from windows
and seem tired of snow dreaming of flowers,
of sunshine, of all that's lovely...
to put away a long winter of solitude!

Granny plants seeds in clay pots,
they lay on the balcony where pink roses sipped
rain and basked in scorching sun rays, 
their aroma filled the breezy rooms decorated with curtains
that flapped and were lulled by the incoming breeze  
blown in by elms that reached the window of Louise...
while Lily embroidered a wool shawl and sang!

Nobody is in a rush to go anywhere,
boredom slows them down quite a bit,
they can't find a better reason to exist;  
they lack energy and motivation unless
a shot of whisky warms their cold blood
and a witty smile beautifies their gloominess!
Emily acts differently, she takes Furry for a walk
and meets Mat who entertains her with his sexy talk;
he's a notorious playboy and all girls are aware
of his tactic: he chases after them thinking he's a stud! 

Traces of snow are only left on the yellowed grass,
Clare spreads breadcrumbs attracting pigeons that shriek
and swooping down they scare the whims out of Thomas,
who's is playing chess with Alex, he turns into a freak   
with an expression of contempt for the harmless creatures!

March covers the tiny, shivering buds with frost,
staying inside is too boring and bears a cost
for the bachelors who search for their new darlings
in open spaces where romance lives and thrives!

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