It's already become May
And I'm very sorry to say
I'm not able to spend my time, with you
But instead I ought to rhyme, in tune
Would love to sing and dance
And like a pony prance
Spend my carefree days
In a hundred trillion ways
But I am confined
As I sit and pine
Over useless little things
I would rather have wings
To fly to all the heights
And visit all the sights
Just to be crazy
The way you always know me
~DarcyEvergreen
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