I’m not anxious for spring,
And I’m not tucking in
For my long winter’s sleep;
I’m content to be here,
In this season I call,
A postlude to summer
Turned prelude to fall.”
Road-side rite
I’m not anxious for spring,
And I’m not tucking in
For my long winter’s sleep;
I’m content to be here,
In this season I call,
A postlude to summer
Turned prelude to fall.”
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