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This my ode to November the month I was born From comfort of the womb I was torn Clouds shed tears as if to mourn Bring promise of life from every storm Shades of brown fill the fall Thanks we give to it all Foot we play with a ball Whispering winds I hear the call Sun peeks out from skies of grey Prelude to winter hard at play Clocks fall back shorten the day In warm beds we wish to stay Fallen leaves tree's memories Dance in wind to nature's melody Thoughts spill out in soliloquy Earth speaks back in poetry.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
November
This my ode to November the month I was born From comfort of the womb I was torn Clouds shed tears as if to mourn Bring promise of life from every storm Shades of brown fill the fall Thanks we give to it all Foot we play with a ball Whispering winds I hear the call Sun peeks out from skies of grey Prelude to winter hard at play Clocks fall back shorten the day In warm beds we wish to stay Fallen leaves tree's memories Dance in wind to nature's melody Thoughts spill out in soliloquy Earth speaks back in poetry.
Poetry by M.A.N 11-18-15
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
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