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May 14
This is me
Standing on a tower cold
Pushing up the clouded skies
With fingers stretched wide
Trying to hold back the rainy clouds
Until this imitation month
Which proclaims to be a daughter of May
Proceeds to pass us by

May isn't for rain
Stealing her sisters MO
Seanathon
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Seanathon
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     CLG, Chelsea Rae, Perry and BR Dragos
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