Fickle Fall (poem written during my commute to work – I hope that you enjoy it)

Fall is such an interesting time; it’s a season that can’t make up it’s mind. In the morning, it’s cold – in the evening, it’s warm; Fall just doesn’t have a temperature norm. With it’s temperature variations, Fall plays me a fool; I can’t get the climate right, with my internet tool. In the morning, I switch my car’s temperature to hot; to melt all of the ice that the frost has brought; Then, in the afternoon, I turn my car cooler on; it seems that the cold []

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