September 2024: LIBRA
Once the seventh month of the year, the ninth month is the gateway drug to cooler weather.
I know it’s not much, but I have nothing else fit for a King.
Can’t read my, can’t read my, no he can’t read my poker face.
The year winds down as the celebrations turn up.
Once the seventh month of the year, the ninth month is the gateway drug to cooler weather.
The older I get, the more everything reminds me that I’m getting old.
The theme of my life is that it’s going by too quickly.