November Poem

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By, _pretty_little_poet_

November

Crisp air,
Sheltered winds,
Leaves a blowing,
Snow a snowing.

Orange, yellow, red,
Fading into pure white,
Cool breeze turns a bitter,
As the white snow starts to glitter.

Grateful hearts,
Happy smiles,
Mouths chewing,
Thankfulness brewing.

November.
-CB

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