Calendar Girls
January’s woman melts the snow.
February’s woman is good to go
March, she blows like the wind
Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad
May, the shackles are off
June, in bed till noon
July, love on the beach
August, same woman, roll on September
September’s woman is petite and coy
October, is comfort and joy
November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one
December’s woman is ice-cold, she’s just found out what I've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.
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