For: Wake Me When September Ends
Sponsor: Daniel Henry Rodgers
August 16, 2026
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone taking all the memories of summer love, and dream until the winter’s dawn. When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn; when evening stars dance in the sky above, I long to sleep until the leaves have gone. Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne, I hear the song of my truelove and dream until the winter’s dawn. September dreams are like a swan who flies entwined with her beloved, I long to sleep until the leaves have gone. Seasons stretch as nature yawns, I hear the calling of spring doves and dream until the winter dawns. The memory of summer past is long and autumn chill will soon unglove~ I long to sleep until the leaves have gone and dream until the winter’s dawn.
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