Try to remember

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember the time of September
When love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow.

Deep in December It's nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December It's nice to remember
The fire of September that made us mellow
Deep in December our hearts should remember
And follow, follow, follow...

-Patti Page

Here in J-land, no one really cares about what happened in a far away city, five years ago. But I do. I remember the shock, the misery, the tears. I remember packing an emergency suitcase, in case I had to flee Baltimore, because it is an important port city, close to Washington D.C., which has also been hit, and could have been attacked too. I remeber the MSEL staying open, because they are dolts. I remember worrying about friends in New York, and calling people there and in Washington D.C., especially JZ, who worked at the Pentagon at the time. And I remember we were gonna get that bastard, Osama bin Laden. Who is still at large, because we decided to attack Iraq, which had, NO, please hear this, NO WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION, nor ANY TIES TO AL-QAIDA in the years prior to 2001. Impeach now.
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