The gods are much friendlier in the fall
(I know this because they offer me more shiney prizes
And frequent flier miles)
More women at my disposal (or more likely; reprisal)
More admiration from assorted poets
And even leaves to line my train of thought
(Amassing romantic infatuation/lines upon post-garden seats)
Spring
She reminds me I'm a dumbfuck who people/things leave
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