September's child is special
born in autumn's gold;
brother to the pumpkin
sister to the cold.
September's child is lovely
the heart's in the right place;
born in the changing leaves
adorned with God's own grace.
September's child is full of love
for family and for friends;
granting each an honored spot
with love that never ends.
September's child is filled with life
for enjoying nature's touch;
relishing the autumn rains
not too little, nor too much.
September's child is special
between the heat and cold;
graced with special beauty
graced by autumn's gold.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
September's child is special
born in autumn's gold;
brother to the pumpkin
sister to the cold.
September's child is lovely
the heart's in the right place;
born in the changing leaves
adorned with God's own grace.
September's child is full of love
for family and for friends;
granting each an honored spot
with love that never ends.
September's child is filled with life
for enjoying nature's touch;
relishing the autumn rains
not too little, nor too much.
September's child is special
between the heat and cold;
graced with special beauty
graced by autumn's gold.
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