It was long overdue but the north wind blew and the
temperature dropped to a hundred and two.
With a robust gust and clouds of dust, the sky turned to a
reddish brown rust.
It’s the time of year that winter is near, and in South Texas
I give out a cheer.
Thank you Lord Jesus, you do like to please us, for in this
place you give us a taste of what it is like when we make haste.
Amen.
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