Welcome March 2024 by Ann Wood
That's when Baba Marta arrived, and she decorated everyone with martenichki, be they white and red, ruddy smiles.You're welcome, Grandma Marto, and you change your mood every hour.
Sometimes you smile and the sun rises, sometimes you frown and it rains.
Stop with your girl numbers and be a little nicer to us.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2024-03-02 at 00:57
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