What exactly does that mean? March comes in like a lion. Roaring? Hey, WOOFers know how to GRRR with the best of 'em!
And then there's that next part...If March does in fact come in like a lion, it's supposed to go out like a lamb. Sweet. Cuddly.
But what about all that middle stuff?!? What happens between the lion and the lamb? A leech maybe? A lemur? Oh, maybe a louse! (We've all had one or two of those in our lives!)
Anyhoo, WOOF wants to know. Has winter or life ever treatened to rip you apart only for you to discover everything actually turned out okay in the end? You know, it wasn't really all that baaaaaaaaad?
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