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December 1st...Any Year

by Chris Sorrenti

Good riddens November!
cold biting rain
your perennial calling card
making this not so winter person
yearn for snow clad days

And despite what the weatherman calls you
far from the autumn of my heart...
deciduous friends
bursting with yellows and reds
all too quickly left naked
in your wake

Guess I was born never to accept
your gloomy days
for what good can anyone say about you
except that with your demise
Christmas is on the way

© 1974

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Posted on 12/01/2016
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