Calendars
Each year they send me calendars
To garner a donation,
No matter if in years gone by
I met that obligation.
I must have half a dozen now
With varied scenes depicted;
But though they’re nice, those knowing me
Could surely have predicted
Not one of those would grace my walls
‘Cause even though they’re free,
The only calendar I want
Is one picked out by me!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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