Figure. Circles stacked.
August is the eight of months.
Caesar bred these days for himself;
The highest days of thirty-one
Placed within his own form’ed year.
Julius stamped his face upon our days,
Now his garland-faire is ever there.
Brothers come in four, brothers come
Winter, spring and summer more.
Brother spills from coffee pot.
Brother shakes and bakes a lot.
Brother stamped as sire wrought,
Stamped his face on Caesar’s plot.
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For the ‘exalted’ son. May your days be as exalted and your name.
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