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Oh My Sweet The 19th

Oh
sweet November
How tender thy air you give
How cold are thy hands
Even a lonely heart searches for warmth within
Oh
sweet November
How short are thy days
Giving early day
How lucky i am
Dark now are the mornings
Frosty and foggy too
For your evening are filled with memories that linger, years even
dazzled with your wit.
With autumn to remember
Oh
Sweet November
Busy are all
The plants even
A month filled with harvest
With Days to be thankful for all
Oh my sweet the 19th
how lucky you pick me.
©drexeletsi