Oh how the winds do blow
Washing our summer away
Trees with colors of gold
Getting ready for a winter’s day.
The beaches and parks are closed
Convertible tops are up
Summer clothes have no more show
A nice hot chocolate to fill our cup.
Time to think of filling our plates
Time to think about Christmas trees
Time to clean the fireplace grate
Time to think of company; poor me.
We’ll make it through the days
I know I’ll survive the cold
We’ll close our eyes and pray
For our taxes not to fold.
Only a few more weeks to go
Then Spring will come again
We’ll wave good bye to snow
Dig out our shorts and summer tans.
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