It is May
The sun smiles for you and me to make hay
Early dawn
When the bird chirp
The Sun enter your and my lawn
It is very hot
Wish I lived in an earthen cot
T protect me from the heat
Never mind I enjoy my seat
On the roof top in my cubicles
Covered with glass and I watch the trees with their tales
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