Velveeta in September
It’s her favorite month,
which explains why
she chose it for her first wedding.
We all know how that ended, but still
when the leaves start to change,
the nights are warm with
just a hint of the cool to come,
she knows September is special.
Just the sound of it makes her glow with
a golden color reserved for fall.
September becomes her.
This poem was written/submitted by velveeta loves.
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