Haunted, lonely, long horns melting in the dark, unpleasant, unorthodox, unusual, smiling like a shark.
November is his name, not the devil.
Weird looks are borrowed from the dark side with a mix of theatrical thrill.
His perfume just like cotton candy rubbed on a zombie's skin.
November has followed me ever since high school.
Now I'm in my fiftys and November never gets old.
I guess I'm the only one who has ever seen November.