The last day of November
Cool and warm,with chirpy charm,
Fairy feather found fallen in the farm,
Someone silently cruising the craft,
Bereft, bearing memories in the arm.
Oh!I just awoke from the sledgy slumber,
Longing again,the last day of November.
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