Send help......and a storage unit. He kept the m'fer a secret. Maybe I should come home with a pair of $1000 shoes.
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@SGKusmertz If you could have one song play when you enter a room, what would it be?
@bek1 Do you usually feel excited or stressed out about going back to school after summer break?
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Congratulations to @wilbner and @APalm. Your questions were chosen for tonight‘s Halloween.Ask Greg and the Panelists.
@wilbner What place, or person, did you avoid when trick-or-treating as a kid?
@Apalm Did you ever attend a Halloween costume party and later have some regrets about your costume choice?
Remember the Greg-O-Lantern from year ago donated by one of our loyal Gutter members @apalm? It made another appearance on tonight’s Gutfeld!
And so we welcome
November
Helen Hunt Jackson
This is the treacherous month when autumn days
With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts.
Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts
Her head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze
Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways,
And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts,
The violet returns. Snow noiseless sifts
Ere night, an icy shroud, which morning's rays
Will idly shine upon and slowly melt,
Too late to bid the violet live again.
The treachery, at last, too late, is plain;
Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt.
What joy sufficient hath November felt?
What profit from the violet's day of pain?
About this poem
"November" was originally published in Helen Hunt Jackson's "A Calendar of Sonnets" (Roberts Brothers Publishers, 1891).
About Helen Hunt Jackson
Helen Hunt Jackson was born in Amherst, Mass., in 1830. She published five collections of poetry during her lifetime and was inducted into the Colorado Women's Hall of Fame in ...
