did you paint this bloom?
it munched me!
I think good old Stetson has been sprouting flowery corpses in his garden again, perhaps to continue arguing Eliot’s bit about April been the cruellest. Well, I hope your April is perfect… that it only bites if you are into that. 😉
I shall link this silly bit to Poets United. Because April likes senryū. Really, she told me.