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THE YEAR I DRANK FROM ALL CUPS

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We began the journey in January
slogging our way through February
but the pains of March
never scuppered plans for April

With tears and fears we stormed into May,
praying that in June
our failures won’t leapfrog to July:
Didn’t you promise us rains in August?

Then came September
We were sanguine about October
and the fertility of November:
Smiles, not tears, shall crown our December

Written by: Linus Okechukwu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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