Some of us, closer to maybe my age, may remember the May Pole in the playground. It was this pole with extensions that you hung onto and ran in a circle as fast as you could before lifting your feet. Then there was the tradition of gathering wildflowers for a May Day Bouquet. Oh, those were the days. But…we have every day we can celebrate. I bring you my first four line poem for May. Enjoy!
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