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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required November is disappearing quickly autumn colors remain unnoticed by the masses only thing to look forward to is Thanksgiving, but after the turkey and pumpkin pie are gobbled up, what is left? The approaching killer cold of winter, that's what, sweeping in with the anger of my father after watching political programs on Sunday and cursing the TV This planet is in deep trouble if our leaders do not heed the screams of today anguished screams of pain and sorrow heard perennially only bring despair and hopelessness; Man’s constant companions Thank God Christmas is approaching soon Christmas time, the day of the Pacifist time to reflect and become better humans to restore the lost sanity in this insane world gone awry These are stressful times for many people but there are those who flower in traumatic times; should they give back to even the playing field? Greed says "No!" Avarice says “Not in my lifetime” and the forces of injustice say “Not unless you get past our guns!” November is disappearing quickly but not the wretchedness of people at Christmas time people still give from their hearts, but wait anxiously for their year-end stipend; the New Year bonus to improve their debts People forever struggling, forever fighting for their dignity, yet always remaining in the same place feigning progress slowly creeping forward by the epoch, inch by inch, within these quickly disappearing days of all seasons
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