well, that's a cheery (and welcome) poem. I think I'll go outside and wave back. I love this time of year. Unless it snows. As it did a few days ago...
There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.
1- Derma Kaput
on Apr. 30 2008