What kind of a year leaves us like this? No fond farewell, or gracious good-by, Just windy rain turning to snow and A cold that frostbites anything we left Exposed – our hands, our ears, even Our hearts, if we forgot to bring them in With the lawn furniture and the fallen Leaves and limbs, …
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