I don't know what to write.
Wait... something isn't right.
I've written in the morning and I've written in the night.
I've worked in rooms so dark and cold and rooms so warm and bright.
And finally its over and I don't know what to say.
This month and all its writing I'm about to cast away.
But there are so many memories and stories I can tell.
I try to tell just one of them before I say farewell.
And midnight comes-- the end of March, and April all ahead.
So its time to stop my writing and do something else instead.
Goodbye!
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