September's here. Instead of being sunny, leafy, fresh, and new it's cloudy, cold, guttery, and cold. Does this schizophrenic sphere upon which we tread have no mercy for scared little children in cheap backpacks stumbling off for the first time to institutes of lower eduction? I'm sure Blake has written a rhyme on this very subject
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