December Tale
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December month always enlightens my soul.It adorns my body in glee.All new arrivals.Full of fun and frolic.
The month which lightens my heart
The month which heavies my wardrobe
The month which which decks my house
The month which freezes my oil
The month which lets my soup boil
Awe! How adorable this month is!
Benefiting me bliss.
Jingle bells venerated
Tinsels decked.
All about this month.
So,
Read my book and pick all senses of imagination.
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