When I was a young man, courting the girls, I played me the waiting game. If one would refuse me, with tossing curls, I’d let the old world take a couple of whirls, and as time went by, she came my way, as time went by, she came.But it’s a long, long time from May to December, and the days grow short, when you reach September… – Sherwood Anderson
When I was a young man, courting the girls, I played me the waiting game. If one would refuse me, with tossing curls, I’d let the old world take a couple of whirls, and as time went by, she came my way, as time went by, she came.But it’s a long, long time from May to December, and the days grow short, when you reach September… – Sherwood Anderson