I pull out my jackets and shake off the dust,
They appear just as last spring.
I pull out my boots from under my bureaux,
Ready for the cold winter ahead.
Long sleeves, jeans, khakis, and gloves,
All come together to form a protection from what’s to come.
Dozens of seasons come and gone.
Time has moved on but things remain the same.
Will this winter be the
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