Horns down ... to the Bottom 10

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall Here at Bottom 10 Headquarters, located behind the triage tent reserved for people who thought they could just show up cold and keep up with a Jess Sims Peloton class and ended up blowing out both hamstrings like tires on a police…