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Wednesday, it was; Nineteenth, exactly if I must mention Housewives, feeding kids and pets, were getting true tension Eastward sky grew grey; impulsively, cattle rushed homewards Nightingales, to sing of true love, tuned their trachea chords Welcoming the moon and the stars on their valorous way Habitats did bid goodbye to the scorching sunny day Ethereal exuberance enhanced each environs Naughty nocturnal nonpareils of April blow sirens Wet with drizzles, weary winds wiped their whiskers on cool cloud Howls of dogs, foxes, wolves, apes, and coyotes were heard aloud Endless Rest promised the noxious sting of death has gone numb, Nullifying negations, nature, notations new did hum 23 April 2023