RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Flames of November
As fire rips through the great northeast
We will long remember
The flames of November
As the warming gathers its feast
We look back on the days not long ago
When the soil was too wet for flames
The season passed through November slow
And the seasons were largely the same
Now the laws of nature no longer apply
The flames find root in dry ground
We are not at leave to wonder why
Though the naysayers still astound
The age of the warming will take its toll
Beware the flames of November
The vast destruction was foretold
For those who care to remember
Now the world is in its final throes
Though the world will not surrender
We will live to sing our song of woe
Just remember the flames of November
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