Good morning October, welcome to life, take your first breath, begin your presence, your thirty one days of life. We're under your spell, under your watchful eyes, under your night skies.
Some will paint you, children will color you, leaves will cover you, and chilled winds will flutter you.
You October, you are so grand, you're the beginning of change, the rain stops, winds blow, leaves change. We change. And this time around? What will you bring to us October? Disaster in love, love in disaster? Parties and dances and screech owls flying proud. And your last days? Your last gasp of breath? It will be our turn to treat you well; we'll throw you a ball, we'll dress up like wizards, goblins, and goons, we'll try out hardest to keep you crazy. We;ll use all effort to ward off November, and the depths of December. We love you that's why. You treat us so smoothly and well.
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