**I have no idea when or why I wrote this. I found it crumpled in my filing cabinet...
October brings a wealth of dreams,
the year's last chance to feel redeemed
Trees so full of promise, now
Too soon bared by winter's screams.
Would that maybe, just this once,
November's call were not so strong
And October's charm, while fleeting, it's true,
might long out last the next month's wrongs.
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