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August History Since Today Marks First Day
As eighth month of the year both within Gregorian and predecessor, the Julian calendar, where said month originally named Sextilis in Latin since averred month ranked sixth in ancient Roman calendar veer really changed to August in honor of Augustus Caesar pinpointed eight Earthly steeplechased rendezvous roundabouts clocking viii sun danced orbitz thru metaphorical solar turnstile, sans common era there after retaining a trace of antiquity doth square lee tug at mine olde ink quiz hit heave egghead noggin heady curiosity shoppe, asper how lunar place name linkedin as rare historical tidbit thus, when at a loss, what to write poem about an unexpected brainstorm found me not to doubt Google when literary eureka came to this lout (only I own license to debase self) just on the verge, and ready to pout fearing writer's block as if creative juice yielded nary a drop from thine figurative fountain oft times gushing water spout. As a poetic foot note, aye frequently ponder about millenniums gone by, and peoples, who dotted with graveyards of lovely bones after they did die the four corners of the globe, this twenty first century chap doth espy harem there, a debauched prurient hot pocket of mankind (woman too of course) begetting, fostering, mothering ancestors of this guy retaining genetic characteristics that got pooled watering survival of the fittest well nigh.
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