My Friend RebmetpeS


My Friend RebmetpeS

My Friend RebmetpeS

Then came my friend September,
who took me by the hand,
and we sang a sweet September song,
as we strolled across the land.

Our paths were bright, complete delight,
from dawn till end of day.
The soul was filled, the heart was thrilled,
to see Autumn on display.

Then September said, with nodding head,
“I’ve grown too sleepy now to play,
but I’ll be waiting here, for you next year,
when you come back this way.”

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