It’s March, it feels like exam time year after year
It’s March, it has the crap asthma weather
It’s March, when I invariably get depressed
It’s March, that indicates towards the loooong summer ahead
It’s March, yes, I know the legs need to be waxed again
It’s March, makes my skin cringe
It is March again, I feel low again, and there is no news that would lift the spirits.
Fuchsia 