I never learned the months

But the first is pretty cool

The seconds always better

Third is lucky too

Four means death but that’s alright

5 is always enough

Six is phonetically satisfying

Seven is for being full

Eight feels infinite

Ten is so accomplished

Eleven is an overachiever

And at 12

Man, just stop it

And 9, well

I would say something but

Seven was just starving

_I don’t know if the months of year, care if I know what they are_

_But there’s a beauty in appreciating a picture before you know it’s art _

_I’ll sprinkle in a few more words_

_Because that sounds fun_

_Make each day amazing in every month_

_Before it resets back to one _

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_Which one is that? _