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Crazylegs
September Song
Frank Sinatra
For it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time for the waiting game
And 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....................
Couldn't resist Max!
Here ya go CL...
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old earth take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
~ max ~
“The consciousness of good intentions disdains ambiguity.” - Alexander Hamilton
