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Living On The Edge of The ...

Winters on it's way.

Time to head for the city,

Time to head for the smoke.

Leaves, are tumbling down.

Swept along, by that icy wind.

Summers meadows, long past.

Summers fruits, all picked and gone!

Winters on it's way.

Time to head for the city,

Time to head for the smoke.

Vagabond trail.

Giajl © Jim Love