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Poor November

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Poor November

Oh, poor November, ugly duckling
of the Autumn season.
Trees stripped bare of vibrant
orange and yellow by a cold, cruel wind.
Left to idly sit, waiting, between celebrations,
with nothing to do but ponder
the condition of the human race.

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I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos

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