An Ode to Winter

Old Man Winter, don’t you know it’s to soon for ice or snow?                                                                        Too soon for frigid winds to blow? Old Man Winter, don’t you know?

Old Man Winter, can’t you see the colored leaves upon the tree?                                                                  They’re still attached, so let them be. Old Man Winter, can’t you see? 

 

 

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