Somehow it had turned to fall, but it was spring inside my head,
Where did the spring and summer go?
Did something change in my time flow?
I fear my family will leave me; I've no food to keep them fed.
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| The Father of All Pumpkins |
The flea and tick infestations are really bad, this gear,
My significant other is covered from toe to ear,
The little eggs keep popping,
The parasites keep hopping,
I make my significant other, sleep out in their chair.
Before the quaint, horse drawn wagon, climbed the old mill road hill,
It was loaded with dry, ancient saw dust, from the old mill,
For apartments, the mill property had been acquired,
All the employees, young and old, were instantly fired,
The last asset, saw dust, was bought by a farm, growing dill.