Can’t rake, have to blow with small
noisy machines. You can hear up the block,
and around the corner; take hours to do the job.
After so long i can’t walk out there any longer.
What do these people have in their heads?
We’ll have a warm afternoon; maybe the last one.
Winter has got to be arriving soon.
This nice weather can’t keep hanging on.
Blue sky and direct sunshine pour on us.
Come on in good day, spread all over.
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