October was a haze,
I just remember feeling drunk.
November was a daze,
Got hit by a trunk.
December was fine,
Learnt to get out of myself.
In January we shine,
But I was an elf on the shelf.
February was considerate,
Didn't want it to be over.
Now March is deliberate,
Yearning for a four leaf clover.
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A Whole Another Mood
PoesíaSome poems I write when I'm in a whole another Mood and confused and question my existence (among some other things).
