It Bit My Nose

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Eighty-seven days until C-day,
The countdown’s just begun,
Say hello to wind and rain,
Bid goodbye to sun

In less than twenty-four hours,
Weather took a U-turn,
Leaves began to leave their trees,
For jumpers we now yearn

Fog is slouching not too high,
Animals prepare to doze,
The wind is howling at the door,
The chill, it bit my nose

It may be rainy, cold and bleak,
Mist’s another symptom,
But fluffy jumpers are the reason,
I really love the autumn

Forgiveness please for the rhyming in the last paragraph, but there’s not really that many things that properly rhyme with autumn.

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