Miss November won't you climb down off my wall?

I left September early so that I could look at you all fall.

I know that out here a most bitter wind blows

And I couldn't help noticing you brought no clothes,

I'll get you a coat from the closet at the end of the hall. 

Don't be fooled by the middle school or the quaint New England Steeple

There's lot of misbehaving between lots of crazy people.

The florid fauna would astound any shipwrecked Pilgrim that ran aground and came 

Down down down to Provincetown. 

Sunday Morning, Idle Song

Bustling Bushes I've Seen You All Along

Was It My Words or My Guitar That Drew You Near?

If I Called You Over Would It Make You Disappear? 

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