We are in the September of our lives Nothing spectacular is happening to us Thirty days of uncertainty you can count on for sure A Labor Day greeting stalls anxious students awaiting the arrival of the first day of the new school year Boasting weather so dispassionate and dreary We are in the September of our lives Nothing spectacular is happening around us We are just existing and waiting to usher October in
Reason for writing:
I hate September
Birth sign: Not entered
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