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November Morning

NOVEMBER MORNING Look out, look out, you all! The November morning, Stunningly painted in the sky, Like a canvas with white streaks In the steel blue background, Brightened by the sun, warming The cold November morning. The trees looking up to the sky With their vivid green leaves Swaying in the cold November breeze. What a delightful sight! Watching a November morning. Changing the shapes of the white Clouds, like different canvasses. Amazingly wrapping you with warmth, Awakening your senses, touching your soul. 11/5/22 Marilene Evans

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