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April storms have washed away
my lover of yesterday
and when June blooms I will
have a new Romeo to sweep me away
but for 31 days you are my May
I am your Queen
You are my King
Love breathes
Our bodies sing
Until the final hour
May gives way to tomorrow
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Makes me think of the old song by Gale Garnet (no idea how to spell her name) "We'll Sing In The Sunshine" of course she was willing to stay a year, heh heh.
Got here after reading your comment on Hey June.
Good work as usual, Sheri!
