March is swirling down the tubes, or the pipes, or wherever it is that fast-moving ungrasped things get sent.
The tail end of winter, and stir-crazed homo sapiens are renewing social ties.
Hoards of humans, suddenly social, insisting we all come out and play.
Yeah, how about maybe, I just say No!
I don't want to have lunch with a pack of hyenas.
The sun is too bright, and your laughs are too loud.
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