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Hi November. At last you're here-

Black mornings, furnace on.

Have you come to clothe the flora?

One day greenness, then it's gone.



Five o'clock used to be six and

I still wake up at the old time

In the early morning hours

I feel I sure am past my prime.



At work I used to see the sunrise-

Now it's over before I'm there,

As though it had to get it over with.

The sky shrugged. It didn't care.



Hi November. Good to greet you

Here's to happy times ahead.

Like sleeping in an extra hour

Before climbing out of bed.