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"Months"


January drifts and blows, while February snows, snows, snows. March starts the spring again, and April rains come pouring in. May is the time for flowers. but June brings in the summer hours. July is like a burnin' oven, but August says, "school's a comin'". September brings the pretty leaves, while October gives a chilly breeze. November's for the family, and December's for the greenery. These are the twelve months of the year. The old has gone, the new is here.

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