Cold And Dry
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This November is neither cold nor dry
Thoughts are hanging up somewhere
Neither floating nor flowing
The chilled dark nights are elusive
Shining stars are neither looking bright nor pale
The moon seems dew-stuck
Neither beaming nor gleeing
Globe this warming is making me sick
Give me back those cold moments of November....
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