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It Doesn'T Have To Be Late...
It doesn't have to be late
November to illustrate
some rain and mud in your rhyme.
Try to remember your mate.
You were together at school.
He knew that time was a tool
to make more sense in each flash
of life. While you played the fool.
Now he's being burried. The leaves
resemble something that cleaves
two people on a cold day.
It rains when smebody grieves.