September Song

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you

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Well, those political approval ratings may be dropping fast -- and if I were going by the news, I could easily declare that the country was in an anxious 'change back' tailspin.   From my perspective America, as the media portrays her, is behaving like a recalcitrant teenager.

THANK GOODNESS....our summer was filled with much more...for without the energy and optimism of our children, their constant questions, demands, interests, tears and laughter I'm quite sure my approval ratings on the first of this month would also be taking a nosedive.

Instead, we've had so many precious, summer days -- I can hardly believe it is September again.