Woke to the tapping,
Rain drops smacking;
Coming down crystal clear
Nothing lacking this wet November day.
The final leaves will soak and fall,
Winter’s ready to make a call.
This season has done the job,
Wrap up with an apple Bob.
We won’t play that game,
Years have passed, it’s not the same.
We’ll remember and surrender
To the grace of the years.
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