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Morning In November, 1922
There is nothing quite like a sunrise
On a chilly November morning
Bundled up in a coat and scarf
Just freshly awake and yawning
Sometimes a little fog will drift
Along a nearby pond
Awesome colors fill the sky
Above the windmill and beyond
Tiny chirps from the trees above
Tell you birds are rising too
Air so crisp and freshly delicious
Visible drops of morning dew
It’s a perfect way to start the day
With an early morning surprise
When startling colors swipe across
The sky of a November sunrise!
Marilyn Lott
