Stakes out a spot,
Chilly, white, pristine,
Nocember leaves fall,
Air crisp and britle smells leaves,
Dry,leaves smelt makes a fall memory,
January few years back two dats in seventies,
How odd!,
How delightful!
Global warming not freak of nature!
February two eighteen,
Winter cur like ice!
Sixty below zero before feels like,
Beforw wind chill listed,
Crisp pristing one minute after snow!
Three minutes after,
Broom,broom is heard,
Silende is gone,
Broken!
That’s same story Wisconsin,
Illinois,Minnesota,
Iowa we know cold is,
Cold!
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