August 17th,2023, Last night never keft upper sixties, What a change! Geese have been heard by me three times Soon, deer will be moving too, Frost bite will fill the air, Mulled apple cider will fill my cup, Under the cupboard will resy a jug of Merlow, A bit of Burgandy, And of course someContinue reading “Sixty-three will drop to fifty-three”
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