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| April in Costa Rica Summer's dust is washed away. 7 Big bugs come out to play. 6 Birds now sit upon their nests. 7 We thank the rains; we're blest. 6 Roads to somewhere go nowhere, 7 the bridge no longer there. 6 Holy Week is over now. 7 No need to go to town. 6 Miss planting, you'll go hungry. 7 No time to be angry. 6 Not idyllic as it seems. 7 It's time to plant the beans 6 © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.68] (28.april.2021) In a blog entry 28.04.21. |