It’s finally come, at long last
it’s time to seek my overdue repast,
take a stroll over to the watering hole
hoist up a glass or two, and clap
my fellow napowhackos on the back,
strap on my open-toed stilettos
and have that dance with Dunc.
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Happy and sad, it’s a mixed brew
of feeling, this stopping for awhile.
Time to say goodbye and put aside
my pen and paper, take some time
to settle down and grow new eyes
before I look back at what I’ve done.
Maybe I’ll even be surprised and find
a nugget or two to buff to a shine.
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But for now, the muse is through,
the dishes are piled high in the sink
and the laundry bin is starting to stink;
my larder is bare and my home
is in a state of major disrepair, and
most importantly, I’m out
of booze and coffee and chocolate.
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So, without further adieu, I bid you all
a fond farewell until next year,
y’all take care
and join me now as I shout out loud,
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April’s over, Amen!
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