November Poem by Beth Loveitt

November



A November baby,
Is what I am,
Born in the Autumn
Where leaves fill the streets
Flowers wilt,
And the wolly scarves come out,
Along with hats and gloves

But in one hospital,
In the year before the millennium
I was born

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Beth Loveitt

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