This Years Rude Tenth Month
October bade to tune me for its heartache song.
Thirty-one days pelleted stressed pummeled rain.
How rude the tenth one to taunt with feuds weeks long.
No frisky wind wishes gentled October’s strain.
Thirty-one days pelleted stressed pummeled rain.
October offered no hued tones to subdue wrong.
No frisky wind wishes gentled October’s strain.
Fall’s leading month numb-stunned my confronted strong.
October offered no hued tones to subdue wrong.
How rude the tenth one to taunt with feuds weeks long.
Fall’s leading month numb-stunned my confronted strong.
October bade to tune me for its heartache song.
... CayCay
November 2, 2019
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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