September came without a pause
Like a train rushing through the station
In the wake of dust and details
We felt the weather changing
Some of us watched the last car trailing
Into the setting summer sun
Others chased their hats and papers
Or barely looked up from their reading
We all knew it wouldn't stop
The best that we could hope for
Was to peer into the window of each day
To see something worth remembering
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