Dreaded Winter is Near
Fall smells,
College fairwells...
It's that time of year,
To prepare for our biggest fear.
The dreaded winter is approaching,
You'll hear us all groaning.
Days are getting shorter,
Temperatures colder.
And, suddenly,
The dreaded
Winter is
Here.
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