The children come out to play
And all is happy and gay
In the month of May.
The farmers make their hay
In the shinning sun’s ray.
Hand in hand as they go their way
Young lovers whisper what they have to say
On their way to hear the new priest pray.
And following the song of the stock-bird jay
Gentle old couples of yesterday
Quietly remember their youth today.
The essentials will stay
When all else goes away.
This is the song in the heart of May.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
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I like the poem and love the the picture. Love in its endurance,
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Thank you, Ebun. A faithful supporter, inspiring the poet.
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may is a special month….
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Indeed 🙂
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This poem makes me happy… Hey! 😉
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I once wrote a poem that made you sad. I’m glad I’ve also written one that makes you happy now 😀 😀 😀
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🙂 It’s good to have both! What would happy mean without sad?!
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Very happy? 🙂
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Yes. Very happy. 🙂
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😀 😀 😀
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