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A November Morning In
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October 2014 Job Hunting A November Morning In
Tell it to the trees who've, shed their leaves.
That deaths .....
Not, on his way.
Barren branches,
that now cast..... shadows.
No longer...a welcoming shade.
But now block the sun and .....
cause, a chill!
Icy, Northern winds,
Whip,and swirl, as the cold seeps.....
Into your soul.
Leaving frost......
To glisten,
In
The sun.
Giajl © Jim Love
