Max Ferguson - 55 Septembers

55 Septembers
55 Septembers
55 Septembers I have, eaten one more, birthday cake
55 Septembers clearly, there has been some, big mistake
55 Septembers
Since I was brand new
55 Septembers
How can it be true?
55 Septembers
Their former owner grieves
55 Septembers
Tucked in books with autumn leaves
55 Septembers
Things that might have been
Oh 55 Septembers The specimens are pinned

Where did they go to? Where did they hide?
It is so true; time isn't on my side
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55 Septembers gone now, they have all been, laid to rest
55 Septembers looks like, they have fallen, from the nest
55 Septembers
Tossed out with the trash
55 Septembers
Squandered with the cash
55 Septembers
Relinquished from their posts
55 Septembers
Been reduced to ghosts
55 Septembers
All are dead and gone
Oh 55 Septembers
But Octobers carry on

Where did they run to?
I just don't know
I don't have a clue, where, dead Septembers go

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Written by:
Steven Ferguson

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