Apples, corn stalks, pumpkin spice/Oktober Fest with edelweiss/Then comes candy and first snow/Shoveled when it's ten below/So the seasons still rotate/while bureaucrats all hibernate.
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Another winter with covid/and I just might flip my lid/Santa please bring me new blood/proof against this creeping crud/All our doctors are wore out/So bring instead a plague of gout!
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I have watched the seasons shape/my life from vine to withered grape/Now the frost returning soon/reminds me I'm a pantaloon/slow of step and thought and deed/My memory a tumbleweed/But spring will come, and summer too/with Tums before the barbecue.
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