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>I forget who it was that said April is the cruelest month, but I beg to
>differ!  March has been extremely cruel to me.  Admittedly we've had some

    ..it was T.S. Eliot from The Wasteland - one of the few poems which has
stuck in my memory..

    April is the cruelest month,
     Breeding lilacs out of the dead land,
      Mixing memory with desire,
       Stirring dull roots with spring rain.