Tired

When the light starts to fade,
And the nights draw in, the fatigue
Cuts through the bones of even the most
Dashing young person. The lights are lit
Earlier and earlier by the day, the fog
Starts to creep in, that is if it ever crept
Away, and the fear of darkness weighs heavy.
November is so dreary and damp, it makes
Tired people of us all.

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