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Jun 2015
My heart aches
For the May that never came
The prettiest month
The prettiest name
Oh, whoever heard of the friend I've never met
But always miss
It's a strange old thing,
But by far the most true.
I love you, May,
In the friendliest of ways.
Rockie
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Rockie  18/F
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