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an open letter to march

dear march,

i hope you are well, although it appears as if you might be a bit upset about something. i know it's none of my business, but i feel the need to say it anyway: whatever spring did to you last year (turning you from a lion to a lamb and all that) is water under the bridge at this point. it really is time to forgive her and be the bigger person (month? season?). i see that you've gone and thrown a bit of a fit overnight, and made your feelings obvious, but you must also think of spring's feelings. she is so excited about seeing us all again (and we her, come to think of it), and she doesn't really mean you any harm or ill will. none of us do. it's only that we would all like to see other months. please understand that it's not you. we can all still be friends, at least I hope so. so here's hoping that you can find it in your heart to forgive her, and to mellow out a bit. It is time to move on. seriously. move it. out of here. i'm done with you. i don't want to see you again for another year!

done with you,

greg.

ps. don't let the calendar hit you on the butt on your way out.





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