
November’s shadow
Casts a long and murky pall
Over a dark year.
December grows near,
Promising a silent end
To a stolen year.
Only spring brings hope,
And within its welcome arms,
The warmth of rebirth.

November’s shadow
Casts a long and murky pall
Over a dark year.
December grows near,
Promising a silent end
To a stolen year.
Only spring brings hope,
And within its welcome arms,
The warmth of rebirth.
Most apt
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Yes, most apt, Roland.
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Many thanks, Eugenia.
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