MAY MATTERS TO ME

May is a major month for me. On May 1, my husband always recited his favorite poem which begins “Hooray, hooray, the first of May . . . . . “ His next words were not printable, but fortunately each person can create their own rhyming last line. My version goes like this:

“Hooray, hooray, The First of May,
Summer is here, and folks will play.”

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