September One in our Sights
If the sky above is dark and gray
and your inner blues won’t go away
Think of what is bound to come
by Monday morn, September one
Weather fronts don’t last forever
two-three days if they’re clever
So a Sunny Labor Day anticipate
~ Just blame me if ‘tis not worth the wait!
~ Note: Monday, Sept. One is "Labor Day" in the USA
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