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November’s cloud sits on sky of grey-blue
bringing with it rain; revealing the sun.
Nature, once new, sheds her skin, and so too;
November’s cloud sits on sky of grey-blue;
and so too, nature runs her path so true;
and so too, another year – been and gone.
November’s cloud sits on sky of grey-blue
bringing with it rain; revealing the sun

© Sam Cunningham, January 2009