The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Leap Year Poem
By Mother Goose
Thirty days hath September,
April, June and November.
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone,
And that has twenty-eight days clear
And twenty-nine in each leap year.
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