I careful utter words of joy,
As I step on a floor of a nice December,
I have a month to remember,
When I say bye to November,
One friend is gone that's October,
Another never stayed so long once known as September,
August rushed so quickly,
So did to July,
Before was June,
and may never waited long to welcome him,
It was time for April,
when March had to spare his time for him,
February appeared after January and their cycle is never an ending one.
©eliethhima
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