I'd call her my little June-bug.
If she was born in May,
she'd be my May-flower.
If I could choose my own birthday, it'd be in May. No offense to November, of course. I love May because it makes me think of sunshine and flowers and hope.
If I could choose my own birthday, it'd be in May. No offense to November, of course. I love May because it makes me think of sunshine and flowers and hope.
And April?
Well, I don't know if I'd call her April showers.
Well, I don't know if I'd call her April showers.
Here's to hopes, desires
and daydreamers.
and daydreamers.
1 comment:
I love your posts. There are so few words, but it's like falling into a book with untold stories.
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