April is National Poetry Month!
Every time I think of poems/poets, my mind always goes to Shel Silverstein. My dad used to read to us from Where The Sidewalk Ends when we were little. His favorite one was "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out". My favorite was "Ickle Me Pickle Me Tickle Me Too".
Here is a poem you should keep in mind when you run into an over-stressed, under-rested college student at finals time (aka: everyone I know):
Happy Poetry Month. Go hug someone.
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