March traipsed in
with her lion out
leaving Mother Storm's diamonds
strewed all about
And thinking them recompense
for impertinent rage
i gathered them up
from the snow set stage
I pocketed handfuls
of bright precious jewels
the ephemeral treasures
of beggars and fools
But when i hit home
i discovered the scam
for my pocket of riches
was but water for lambs
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