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Months
I’m not sure why but this was in my head, so I wrote it down. It’s just silly. I think I should write children rhymes.
September crept in full of stealth
ready to steal all of August’s wealth.
Who shall remain victor,
we shall see…
In the wings, await November babies.
December always full of joyful promises,
Soon, January will make you repent.
Disciplines will all fail when
February comes your way.
