Blankets of snow, silver, blue and white
remove the lost Summer from our sight
and pave a path for Demeter's grief
for six long months there'll be no relief
Thankfully grape pickers efforts have been fully spent
and in great oak barrels the tiny grapes ferment
Far from those fields outside my garage
the spare car has been hit by a snowy barrage
with shovels sharpened and boots tied up tight
I dig out the damned car for half the night
The snow drifts are pretty and flakes tickle my nose
but let's get real folks it really freaking cold
as soon as this car is cleared of this shit
I'm hoping in it and from here I'll split
If those grapes ain't fermented to a high alcohol point
I'm getting some bourbon and with my liver annoint
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