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[betsuni]

86. When the sweet showers of April have pierced

The drought of March, and pierced it to the root,
And every vein is bathed in that moisture
Whose quickening force will engender the flower;
And when the west wind too with its sweet breath
Has given life in every wood and field
To tender shoots, and when the stripling sun
Has run his half-course in Aries, the Ram,
And when small birds are making melodies,
That sleep all the night long with open eyes,
(Nature so prompts them, and encourages);
Then people long for Costco pilgrimages,
But beware of moldy walnuts and hot dog brands;
For shopping cart fascists rule the land.