Autumn 's waking mutants!
When Autumn knocks and hangs his leafy coat up by the door
Drifting slowly in and leaving footprints on the floor
He drags along behind him his dormant pathogens
The central heating shakes them and their Summer slumber ends
We as humble humans stand to play the perfect host
A feast we serve the growing hoards, with medicines
The apex of the predators, so dominant are we
But every year stopped in our tracks by things we cannot see
We dropp like flies from offices, and schools have empty chairs
A mutant generation catch our white cells unawares
We are lucky if the Autumn leaves us free from snotty
And come the Spring we're thankful when the door on Winter closes.
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- I choose nature to you, Vidura Prabhath
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- My Winter Bed, BARRY WYATT JR.
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- Be logic., Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- Loving Me, Leave Me Not, Desert You Not,.., Bijay Kant Dubey
- L'amour est un Triste Caméléon, Hebert Logerie
- स्वप्न, dhirajkumar taksande
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