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November Thoughts When I at last in full of Winter's cold pass down that long and lonely final road I'll carry with me Springtime's early warmth And Autumn's colors, glaring, bright and bold. But most of all, I'm sure I'll hold on tight To Summer mem'ries in all their shades of blue, And you. |
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This was previously published in The River Reporter.
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