Time Tornado

Summer slips by,
But not those mistakes.
Fall befalls,
Up, Up are the stakes.
Winter's nighttime tarries,
Implored to find haste.
For she invokes the thought,
"Egad! Wherefore thou waste!"
Spring springs,
You wish there were brakes.
In the Time Tornado,
You're a tent with no stakes.

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