February 2019
In February,
Presidents,
who we felt passed
our tests,
have faces on a
monument
because their
toils impressed.
We also ask a
groundhog
how long this
winter lasts...
even though just
fools would throw
a wager on a
shadow cast.
On Valentine’s our
chances rise
and all should try
their luck.
For what’s in
store within amor
can leave who vies
awestruck.
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