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November
November is a photographer
dressed in brown,
Taking images of
Trees bare and grass sere,
Lost twilight and
day’s bleak sun,
Squirrels hoarding acorns,
Geese veering south.
Cornucopias of apples, tangerines,
ears of corn, of squash,
Crock of savory chicken soup,
...
Saturday 4th November 2023 1:18 am
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