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Puhonix

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Changing winds and changing chords,

Autumn is the season.

Autumn winds like piercing swords,

Autumn is the reason.

 

Long rehearsals, shorter days.

Autumn has no rhyme.

When life much change in many ways,

Autumn is the time.

 

Football rules the months to come,

Autumn brings a thrill.

And while the game brings life to some,

Autumn brings a chill.

 

Hurricanes and Gators prowl,

Autumn brings the foe.

But tis not our place to scowl,

Autumn winds will blow.

 

Have a bit of class my dear,

Autumn bears no flowers.

For when we kick their ass this year,

Autumn will be ours.

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