November 14th is a story of unrequited love told in My Wildflower Child format. This seventeen poems, one chapter book is perfect for middle aged and new readers as the as the descriptions in this story relate to a person who loves another, but that person loves someone else. This story is for all readers, though. Chapter 1 November 13th You got a fast car That’s why you always get away And you do Come by to see me But still you never stay Never relax Or drink some lemonade Cause you got a fast car And that’s why you always get away Just like the other day When you were crusin’ for a brusin’ And driving in the left lane Moving mighty fast Thought for sure I’d hear a bang But somehow you maneuvered And I’m so glad that you are safe And that you got a fast car That’s why you always get away I got a short circuit But you work it Out all the time And call me Your wirefly And say I'm better Than satellite I'm wirefly And your what I like The reason I try And sometimes I get scared I feel so unprepared Overextended And overshared I'm scared Because I got a short circuit But you work it Out all the time And call me Your wirefly And say I'm better Than satellite I'm wirefly And your what I like Well I gotta give it to ya What you got Is technique And I can see it in your work When you work You strategy It's so unique The way you plan it out You run about For me Just to get the job done And it's so unique So complete And I can see it in your work When you work You strategy And I gotta give it to ya What you got Is technique It's a hot hot potato But I won't let it go Burnt me on my hands On my hands I let it show That it's a hot hot potato But I won't let it go Toss it back and forth And in the air Just to hold it again Three times in a row I know That you know It's a hot hot potato But I won't let it go Burnt me on my hands On my hands I let it show I want a slow jam Whoa now Watch the way It spreads around Like a slow jam Whoa now When you slow it down I'm so delighted Excited And I ain't even Trying to fight it Deny it Or keep it inside Like chunky jelly In my belly And rarely Would I choose that I want a slow jam Whoa now Watch the way It spreads around Like a slow jam
