Poetry

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Am glad to have woken up to-day,in the month that
we call may,and though the weather is unsettled,
and birds that sing have all now quietened,the
wind and rain have had their say,it's so unlike
the month of may,it's only five thirty A.M.and
the clouds are wandering away again,the skies
have brightened up the view,the birds have noticed
this change too,A brighter morning sets the scene,
it's sunday and it is the day of the LORD,as well
every day that makes up the year,in prayerful
recognition,thank YOU O' LORD for this day in may,
and all of the other days to come,hope i can live them one,by one,every hour that comes along,
until my time down here is all gone,for then the month of may will stay,and brighten up other people's day. Joe.

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