Remember December
The dirt is frozen, the ground covered
The wind is humming a familiar hymn that we know so well
The sky is gray and dark; the days seem shorter and shorter each second
This place is known as December.
It fills our hearts with joy and pleasure
Some adore it while some dread it, yet it is always acknowledged
It is the time of year that brings out the best, and the worst of many
But it is always remembered
Remember December.
This is my first piece on here. I hope whoever is reading this, likes it.
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