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April is the cruelest month — Not!

Posted on April 17, 2012 by

When T.S. Eliot recast Chaucer’s famous lines: When April with his showers sweet with fruit The drought of March has pierced unto the root And bathed each vein with liquor that has power To generate therein and sire the flower; … Continue reading →

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