Ah, May Day...
An international holiday, a distress signal.
All things seem possible in the merry month of May, do they not?
The floaty smell of May flowers
a fond farewell to April showers
The sight of bloomy apple blossoms
from sown seeds of cooler days past
The sound of rustling leaves and swarming bees
A rebirth of nature
May your day (and May) be golden
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2 comments:
Thank you Ringo, for your gentle, golden words that bring a gentle, golden smile to my heart. :) I danced in a May Pole Dance once and I really thought it was fun. The mean girls made fun of me, but I still danced. I can't say it didn't hurt when they picked on me, but I'm proud to this day that I danced anyway. :) Thanks for the memory.
I'm proud of you for dancing too!I only wish I had been there with you. I would have danced and twirled with you like it was nobody's business but ours x
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