November

Sitting alone, next to the woodstove,
John Klemmer's music making me chill.
It reminds me of slow, slow,
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November nights,
Doing pages of homework,
And waiting for my parents to come back
from thise endless walks they take,
looping, looping,
L
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Around the streets,
Forever.


 

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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