The dreary drops descending
will deter the doleful crows
from endlessly extending
derision towards our woes
they can flap and flutter
but it doesn't stop the rain
that swirls into the gutter
with a gurgle of disdain
November is so dismal
when clouds accumulate
no gloom is more abysmal
no season more sedate.
Are You Reading Me?
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