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Oh, October, October
Please give us a break. You bring us cold weather And leaves to rake. You were the eighth month In the calendar Roman. Now you're two months late And that is a bad omen. You transpose the leaves Into breath-taking beauty, But please hold them there. Spare us from disposal duty. We're hardy New Englanders So we'll be assiduous 'cause that's the one word Which rhymes with deciduous. October 3, 2003
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