You call this Fall?
They call the season Fall, but yet Winter calls
Leaves don’t even fall, the weather is at 33 degrees
The sun is out and so is the snow
There is snow but we’re still supposed to be 2 months free
2 months free we thought, No Snow is here and here to stay
The weather we thought was fall was all play
Where are the falling leaves, where are the colors, where is the windy breeze
They say no fall has came only cold
But why say otherwise
You call this fall, but the weather says winter calls
No falling leaves only frozen
No color changing only the color white from the snow
No windy breeze only to tell you a snowy storm is coming
Coming here and here to stay
You call this fall, but yet winter calls
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