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This is Dad's November poem. He loved writing about all of the months!!!

November comes in with a blast,
Of mighty winter wind.
And snow and blow and freezing rain,
Are with us once again.
But though we dread to hear the wind,
And feel the chilling freeze.
We know that we are sure to get,
Some pleasant days that please.
The leaves will fall from off the trees,
All yellow, gold and red.
And then we know Thanksgiving Day,
lies just up ahead.

E. H. Coe 1971
Midi playing "Autumn Color"