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April may be the cruelest month
But it also bears sweet showers
So let us count the ways in which 
We’ll while away its hours:
Keats and Hughes or a haiku
Plath and Frost—to name a few
All of this is just to say
Their work deserves a holiday
So walk the road not taken
And celebrate with glee
This month, which is devoted to
Our nation’s poetry.
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Everyday is poetry day to me. Now if we can get a laureate that's on par with Ashberry...
numbers and words mix
it soon becomes a favorite
the joy of haiku