None charms me more
No month charms me better than October,
It needs no strong drink to make me sober.
Cool as a cucumber, it brings delight,
And joy as vast as Jupiter's great might.
You bid farewell to September's with cheers,
As you have always done for many years,
Soon November's hue will fade away,
For December's chill too to hold sway.
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