September means lazy days, park days, family days and bouncy-house plays come fleetingly...
and the crispness of fall is soon in the air. The greens of summer turn to shades of gold, followed all too soon by the ugliness of brown. Summer has died and in it's place is the dark winter mornings and dark winter evenings; the endless cold; the bitter breezes; the white of snow and slickness of ice....
I must stop.
I hate the winter.
So, September? Don't go too soon.
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