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Merry May

The merry month of May dawns cloudy and rain soaked.

I love the turn of a calendar page the newness

the fresh start the who knows what of it

as time continues on spinning itself out

all shimmery full of promise and hope

another month neatly packed away

a new one shaking out its folds and wrinkles

ready for the party that might be called May.

Or June. Or July. One can always hope.

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