Mar 21, 2018
November Day
Dreary dark November day Up high on the wall As I walked away I heard a voice say hey Oh, that November day I wish she never called out my name At 9, why did I have to obey Drizzling nasty November day I crossed the street with no illusion Of what to say The house seemed darker than night As I entered with fright I see my sister with fear in her eyes A man of the cloth stayed close by But why…
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