Damn but its breezy,
The wind coming from the northwest,
Bringing in the cold temps again,
Believe me as with this kind of thing I don’t jest…
The leaves that I raked months ago,
Into the yard next door, into my yard now do blow,
I refuse to rake more leaves,
As long as they stay off my motorhome’s eaves…
The trees are bending,
To God prayers I am sending,
Please don’t let any of them on me fall,
For if it does an emergency I must in call…
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