
I climb from the clouds
where I was lost in love
I have been such a fool
speared by the jester’s tool
As I peer between the O and V
I am not surprised at what I see
there she is contrite with tears
she rushes up I wish to jeer
“I promise with all my heart
It was just for the day
On April first
fools come to
play”
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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I love your April fool poem.It brings back so many memories of my school days 🙂
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Poisson d’Avril or April Fool!
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Trust is not so easily recaptured even if it was only jokingly cast aside.
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Reblogged this on Window With A View and commented:
HaHaHa fooled you ! 😉
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I love the jester, the fool. He is us, and he is our beginning! Such high hopes, the slate is clean, we begin, April 1st.
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A clever shape poem to complete the theme of the day….enjoyed it.
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