May
I
always love the month of May
for
Spring is at its heyday.
The
birds and bees and hes and shes
don’t
have to hug to beat the freeze.
All
sense that love has filled the air,
and
all can find it...if they dare.
You
need not dance around the “pole”,
nor
bare your bod...just loose your soul.
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