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It’s a funnel cake November Not quite an Indian summer But somehow this sweet air could Turn into a hailstorm And the church bells ring Right as darkness falls Usually by now them bells are gone Here comes the killing frost
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
Funnel Cake November
It’s a funnel cake November Not quite an Indian summer But somehow this sweet air could Turn into a hailstorm And the church bells ring Right as darkness falls Usually by now them bells are gone Here comes the killing frost
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
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