May
Lord, I am so extremely satisfied with my bible in mind
You create a diligent persuasion that is rectified
As tables turn, I see i’m the one in unity
To the one who created my skin so fare today
Remarking on my splendor and magnificent you say
Is my hair as it lay in total presumption that my gumption
Is from above. No longer I slay, but I choose my rays
Are of fortune and offer an art that is sure to part
The waters of ingenious and will it stay in my may forever.
You see, my may includes all of the bloom that you wash away.
I contend to my nature and exists the decent exposure so new
Its true I tell you, my may is your December.

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