December is usually cold,
But yet this year is hot.
I can’t lie cos the truth must be told,
A month I almost forgot.
December’ bye for now, see you next year,
Expecting a brand new set of twelve to appear,
which granted us full year of time to spend.
as its last midnight brings us to year end.
Why is everyone sickly?
For January, Why such a bore,
December come I need you More.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
December is usually cold,
But yet this year is hot.
I can’t lie cos the truth must be told,
A month I almost forgot.
December’ bye for now, see you next year,
Expecting a brand new set of twelve to appear,
which granted us full year of time to spend.
as its last midnight brings us to year end.
Why is everyone sickly?
For January, Why such a bore,
December come I need you More.
December2018OfficialLeave
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