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William "Bill" Maher, Jr. ( /ˈmɑːr/; born January 20, 1956) is an American stand-up comedian, television host, political commentator, author, and actor. Before his current role as the host of HBO's Real Time with Bill Maher, Maher hosted a similar late-night talk show called Politically Incorrect originally on Comedy Central and later on ABC.
Maher is known for his political satire and sociopolitical commentary, which targets a wide swath of topics including religion, politics, bureaucracies of many kinds, political correctness, the mass media, greed among people and persons in positions of high political and social power, and the lack of intellectual curiosity in the electorate. He supports the legalization of marijuana and same-sex marriage, and serves on the board of PETA. He is also a critic of religion and is an advisory board member of Project Reason, a foundation to promote scientific knowledge and secular values within society. In 2005, Maher ranked at number 38 on Comedy Central's 100 greatest stand-up comedians of all time. Bill Maher received a Hollywood Walk of Fame star on September 14, 2010.
So where are we now
A summer's end, autumn breeze
The winter is at your sleeve
The leaves have all gone
The windows are filled with frost
If I don't come home, I'm lost
Mary, Mark and John
Put on their shoes and all ran home
And we're all here all alone
Now, they've gone
There's ice on the pond
The fishes have gone to sleep
The water is cold and deep
Mary, Mark and John
Put on their shoes and all ran home
And we're all here all alone
Now, they've gone
Summer's gone from this town
I hope it all don't fall down
Hope it all don't rain on me
Summer's gone from this town
I hope it all don't rain down
Hope it all don't fall on me
The sun is shining in my sleep
I'm in the shade, so cool and green
The blue sky's over me
Stop tossing and turning
A spin of the bottle
Said things that we've already said
So, where are we now?
A summer's end, autumn breeze
The winter is at your sleeve
Mary, Mark and John
Put on their shoes and all ran home
And we're all here, all alone
Through September October
November December