Gmorning NovemberYou lurch & you lumberFrom bonfire to emberFrom waking to slumberYou deaden the grass& you piss in the potThe birds all haul assAnd the pumpkins all rotRemember, November:Momentous electionsIgnite us, divide us,Divine new directionsNovember—Chill.Gnight, NovemberCome in from the coldWe're making hot cocoawith WHOLE milk: we're bold.CHILL, November. CHILL.
-Lin-Manuel Miranda
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