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	<title>The Saturday Evening Post &#187; Geraldine Ross</title>
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		<title>Mid-November</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 14:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Geraldine Ross</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I greeted the new day happily, but the sky was a gray that scowled at me, and the wind was a voice that turned away, a sigh that hoped that I couldn't stay.</p><p><a href="http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2009/11/14/archives/classic-fiction/midnovember.html">Mid-November</a>

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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I greeted the new day happily,<br />
But the sky was a gray that scowled at me,<br />
And the wind was a voice that turned away,<br />
A sigh that hoped that I couldn&#8217;t stay.<br />
I saw a cloud with ragged edge,<br />
And a rumpled tree and a rusty hedge<br />
And drifts of leaves, and I almost wept<br />
At the cluttered scene, at the world unswept,<br />
At a season tired and old and grieving,<br />
Grumbling, &#8220;Excuse me, I was just leaving!&#8221;</p>
<p>November 15, 1958, <em>The Saturday Evening Post</em></p>
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