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May 11, 2010
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Tendrils of chimney smoke curl upward
Toward the bleak, November sky
Fading into the stormy clouds
Hanging far above.
An icy wind rushes to the ground
Hurrying the few pedestrians
Back to their homes
To hide from the worsening weather
And pretend winter has not come
And the glorious days of summer
Have not passed.

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audreyb said...
Jun. 12, 2010 at 2:50 pm
i love this poem!!!!!! it speaks to my soul i was  never able to put my feelings of november into words until i read it:)
moron said...
Jun. 12, 2010 at 1:54 pm
i feel so annoyed i didn't understand how the rating system worked  so i acsidentaly gavv this poem only one star.
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