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Simple Worsted Grey
Merry Mount entertains twelve “calendarlar” guests. Each has special traits and sensual splendor. Enter November. My November Guest My sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted grey Is silver