Stuck In November

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Every day is a new forecast

And each day passes much too fast

The cold comes our way

Twelve more to Christmas day

The lights are all up

Hot chocolate in the cup

Everyone is bustling

Dead leaves are rustling

I smile.

Hiding it all the while,

Nobody knows I'm stuck

I guess it's all my rotten luck

All I know for sure...

Is that I'm Stuck In November.

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