November vixen
Whistle in the sultry wind
Raining soft cleanse
Free falling, building steam
Tickling exposed neck
With distant whispers
Trickling down my back
Fires were lit overnight
In toxic ripe berries hanging
And in maple plum
The flames have begun the stretch
Soon to engulf
Ignited in the passion of time limited
E.A. O'Connell
Whistle in the sultry wind
Raining soft cleanse
Free falling, building steam
Tickling exposed neck
With distant whispers
Trickling down my back
Fires were lit overnight
In toxic ripe berries hanging
And in maple plum
The flames have begun the stretch
Soon to engulf
Ignited in the passion of time limited
E.A. O'Connell
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