A calendar is filled with days to which we must adhere
No matter how you use them, they still add up to a year
Each month we celebrate with love some very special day
There's Christmas in December and Mother's Day in May
Tho, Father's Day comes round in June, He labors in September
And April has a special date that all fools will remember
With each July the rockets fly in tearful, proud recall
Then August, so grandiose in name, has no good days at all!
November doth remember every veteran with Thanksgiving,
But blessed of all is Eastertime, which gives the gift of living!
(written by Johnny Hart, creator of B.C. comics)
Friday, April 2, 2010
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