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Months 4 Wits
Paradoxically frigid
I stand tall & rigid
Like the summit

My eyes only lie to avalanche
This peak

Open wide
I know this pludge
Is way too deep...

To remember
That I am December

Fastenings locked
I'm bringing this ordinary world
To its knees

Hearts do worry cause January is
Here for the world to see

Guzzling gains was the plan
But the heavens flooded
The wetlands...

This I hold because
The season is free

Just like the wondering
Cares of...
—February

Distant things do invade my life
Like the sparks from July's March

Hardened over
With the natural mold
Of May's start

A frequency made only
To subdue an April's fool

Pull the lever to play those tunes
Cause finicky June would like
To woo you

Summertime is quite the time
But latent August might burn kind

Accept this gift
To challenge the minds
Of September's grip

And envision this trip
Because October will call it

—Tricks...
So if you haven't noticed...
I am a November wit


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