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Time to Rest
by Scott Lehman @bouldersprites Ice encrusts my grill at speed,Kicked up from last night’s snow;The roads are tight,I’m feelin’ right,My grip will not let go. The Sun cuts low across my path,With Earth it doth conspire;To shorten days,And chill the nights,Brings change of least desire. So I accept this might be the night,This season’s last…