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Half past autumn,
The leaves soon ddone,
Then the snows will fly.
Coloured leaves,
Now past their peak,
Scattering about.
Springtime bulbs are planted,
Covered with fresh mulch,
To rest..to sleep..
To bloom again,
to see them in the spring.
All the chores are finished,
To settle in the hearth,
to tuck away once more,
And see you in the spring.
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here it is November
here it is November
