The hope

In my haste to usher in the fall
I break out flannel and wool socks
I sweat as the day wears on
Suffering for my cause
Without this sacrifice would the leaves even change ?
Would there be frost?

There is no hope for me to know
For ever since I could dress myself this has been so
And I am not willing to sacrifice my sacrifice on the altar of science

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