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May


Who is it?

They all ask, glaring amazed

it is her, she's one of a kind.

She shines like a dime,

but worth way more than any ole slim

Dignity on 1000

you could never shoot her down.

With the mind set of "who gone check me"

you would think she had a big head.

But thats not at all true.

She's one of a kind.

With her actions, louder than her words

theres nothing she cant overcome.

She believes being ambitious

is the key to happiness and glee.

She's one of a kind.

With moves like the sea

and made for spring,

she's bright with darkness in between.

But you wouldnt know, joy is what you see.

She's one of a kind.

So, who is it?

It is May,

who daze about the day

she will become crowned

Queen May.

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