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November can be so rude
What a dreary midnight November
Nitrate toxicity this New York City
It should never have happened
Our first winter snow, what a low blow
Congestion, Cough, Runny Nose, Sore Throat
Bengay , Dayquil and Nightquil
Night come early
The dawn cometh late
Ice on the dash board
And the Mailman always late
No wood in the furnace
No white throated sparrow to sing a song
The earth is constantly shifting. “My God How long
To stressed out to sleep
Oh how I love my cup of
Soothing Ginger tea
Why must we suffer?
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