Last Twelve Days of Autumn
A frost is in the airCool breeze all around
Winter is on the horizon
Gray skies have moved in
Fallen leaves are dry and brown
Life is moving slower now
Or is it faster than ever before
Everything is wet and frozen
Outside, winter is coming
Waiting for blissful sleep
Now I must sit and face the snow
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