| Quote | Month |
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| Beware the Ides of ______ | |
| Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak ______ | |
| ______ is the cruelest month, breeding | |
| O, my luve's like a red red rose that's newly sprung in ______ | |
| ______ gray is here, Like a sexton by her grave | |
| Echoes fade and memories die, Autumn frosts have slain ______ | |
| | Quote | Month |
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| The great grey beast ______ had eaten Harvey Swick alive | |
| The darling buds of ______ | |
| First of all, it was ______, a rare month for boys | |
| On and off, all that hot French ______, we made ourselves ill from eating the greengages | |
| Whenever it is a damp, drizzly ______ in my soul | |
| The unmentionable odour of death offends the ______ night | |
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