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The poem for day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2019 is by one of my heteronyms. To M., on our Mutual Folly A poem for Whan That Aprille Oh Folly, how sweet to lick thy lips, far from worries of work-wracked mind, of crampt hand bound to daily task. Let be no more nor boss nor bills, but only this bed wide as the  […]