Dies Vini Rosarumque
¶ 1
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The autumn is a gloomy time,
The leaves fall from the trees.
Hard rains pour down, wild west winds blow,
And other things like these.
¶ 2
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But we’re not feeling sad just now,
Our mood is quite upbeat,
Because we’re winning all our games,
Which means we’re still unbeat.
¶ 3
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And what to say ’bout DCL?
He scores in every outing!
His critics are an extinct breed,
Nobody now is doubting.
¶ 4
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No doom or gloom for us today,
We’re soaring, flying high,
We’re looking down on all the rest,
Above us only sky.
¶ 5
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For some October may be bleak,
But not for us Bluenoses,
We would not call these dismal times,
They’re days of wine and roses!
¶ 6
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We’re feeling rather chipper now,
Indeed, could not be merrier,
Because so pretty we do sit
Alone, atop the Premier.
¶ 7
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5/10/20
Denys E. W. Jones
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