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Oct 2020
sweet november
you draw near.
the lawn mower's
engines no longer
we will hear.
replaced by the
snowblowers,
yes it's that
time of year.
the sight of a
gentle falling
snow warms us
with holiday
cheer.
hot cocoa by
the fire with
those you hold dear.
november I was born, 53 years
now in the rear.
november
I feel
you coming
so I've prepped all of my
winter gear.
november you
never get old,
the #1 in a pair.
(the 11th month)
After nearly dying this past summer with congestive heart failure and Supraventricular tachycardia.
2 heart surgeries later....
I feel extremely fortunate to be here this November to celebrate my 53rd year
TheConcretePoet
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