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The twoth of November rises up pink and delicate

now smiling brightly warm upon me, me you see

because it must only be for me, all me, hoping praying

for a nice gentle day to ease me from this angst

this poorly wrought sense of ill fortune

me the possessor of a home, a house, a family all

safe and sound, two dogs, two black walnut trees,

et cetera et cetera et cetera & etc.

Lucky old ridiculous old silly old me.

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