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Nov 2012
Rain crashes down
Turning every crevice into a miniature lake
Autumn sun turns to Fall
The late warmth of summer replaced by the early chill of winter
Leaves leap from the trees
Littering the ground and road
Like multicolored yard waste
Alarms ring early am
The kids are back to school
Pretending to learn
But it's all about socializing
The adults continue the drudgery of work
No matter the season
They have too many bills
The weather trudges onward
Causing lives to live differently
Accordingly  
Short sleeves become three quarter become long sleeves
sweaters made from thick wool
Flannels absorbing the icy wind
Jackets providing slight warmth to the frigid bone chill
Shorts become pants
complete with soaked leggings from falling rain, thawing snow, melting ice, roadside slush.
Beards are grown from those that can
The rest are left to wrap their naked chins in scarfs and ski masks
Many will hole up in their homes
Pretending that the outside world is a distant memory
A few will go out and play
Living their life for each and every day
This isn't really anything. Just felt like writing something.
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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