Awe-full Days

I recollect from someone in my youth
that first the year begins but that the end
falls 10 days later. Can that be the truth?
I can’t find evidence of it, but tend
to grant it presence anyway, defend
the notion that it’s time to fix each flaw
I showed, and sanitize for boons that pend:
an interval of overlap for awe.

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