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Twas the first of September

Twas the first of September

Twas a chilly morning on September the first tho one seldom questioned why
thirty one long days of August became history in the blink of an eye

Snatching summer from Mother nature leaving autumn in it’s wake, cooler shorter days with chillier longer nights for heaven’s sake

Timelessness shows no mercy as it swiftly speeds up it’s running reels racing round the circuit of the clock with it’s whirling cogs &  wheels