November Tides
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The rains have come on another Fall wind.,
nostalgia, once gone, now creeps back in.
My cornucopia overflows with things Man cannot barter or buy.
A hand to her hand, lover's sigh to wooed sigh.
“Good Night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are" -Jimmy Durante
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2020
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