November 2
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Barry Middleton
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November says the year is ending,
the harvest in, and it is time for thanks.
Autumn is a prelude and reminder
that years and seasons cannot last.
We get but one final November;
all the others are past.
The cooler air is like the feast
that we prepare Thanksgiving Day.
It is a time to think
and count our blessings.
I look into November fog;
I know that this may be my last.
I must take from it what I can,
gratitude and memories,
and all the panoply of life,
for this is my only November.
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