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.
4 comments:
what a great entry!!!
Yeah Maggie! Thanks for being a wonderful first entry!!
Latte
You surley does look in quite contemplation :))
V-V
That was really lovely. We agree with Victor, you look deep in thought.
-Fui, Suey and Evie.
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