mother goose

Thirty days hath October,
April, May, and February;
January, July, and September
have twenty-eight,
all the rest have twenty-nine.
Excepting last year, that’s the time
when June’s days were thirty-nine,
December’s, thirty-one and August’s, thirty-five.

If you doubt the reason
behind my rhyme, then
make your own calendar
to mark your own time.

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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