Except February because grandma likes fish and rides a bicycle.
Could never get that one right.
The short month. The month that makes March like a ditto. Two Friday the thirteenths.
Two Saturday the fourteenths for that matter. And sadly and (prob bob ly) no suitable company for my body, mind, and spirit as well. Ditto.
All the same it's best to find out the end to this lonely I suppose.
I hope.
