Charlie Blake:
A poem entitled 'Sweet November.' I promised you Sara, so here it is. Maybe good, maybe bad, but one thing's for sure, from beginning to end - it do rhyme. / Sweet November, they say you're wintry and gray. / And yet, this love that you bring is sweeter than spring and warmer than May. / Come December, when our November is through, we'll face the winter and smile for you know that I'll be staying with you. / When we remember November's sunshine, we won't mind December's rain. / For us, it will be like sweet November again.
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