January runs slow and smooth,
February with choc’ late grooves,
March and April bring blooms that soothe,
From this into that our life moves.
May sings songs of creation
The sun rises early in Junes,
July and August vacation.
From this into that our life moves.
September mulches October,
November holds big harvest moons,
December’s deep snows can sober,
From this into that our life moves.
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