November
Need more blankets on my bed
Orange sun not warm but it’s bright
Very cheerful is a bird, guess he’s fed
Eating his wormy meal under blue sky
Made myself a fruity breakfast at seven
Breakfast was a ripe juicy cantaloupe
Early isn’t my time, yet I’m in heaven
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