November
O November, you are one of the twelve stepping stones in a year, created as an element in
the cycle of time.
Without you Thanksgiving and a transition to colder days would be absent.
Without you that one day every year on which I age, would never occur.
We are people, speaking to the world of your importance and of the essential role you play
annually.
I ask you to come around at least once a year, and not to be late.
I promise to make your presence quite pleasant and worthwhile, for I will celebrate each day
of your being here to the fullest extent.
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