alea iacta esto

I Implore Thee, Summer

Pray, tell me
How might summer, pregnant with spring
Be induced to prematurely
Deliver its oft prophesied offspring
That cease, I might, the struggle
So vexing at dawn, of whether
This or that garment might better
Match the flux in weather

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