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November days harbor a chill. The nights are so serene and still. The end of the year is now near. Memories are made and held dear. Winter's arrival will come soon. With nature covered in a tomb. A holy day commemorates, When sailing ships did liberate The Pilgrims from a far off land. Surely led by God's unseen hand. Now all give thanks for God's great grace. And blessings to the human race. HMS counter

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Date: 12/9/2020 2:15:00 PM
Great winning work that speaks of the spiritual..Enjoyed reading ..Congrats. Sara
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Date: 12/2/2020 6:06:00 PM
Thank you for sharing a wondrous part of yourself, Eugenia (forgive my misjudgment of the rules: 'aabbcc, aabbcc...' and not 'aabbcc, ddeeff...'), my compliments on your honorable placement, Aloha! William
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