...Four Beauties of May...
Orange…
mingles the oomph of red, and thrills of yellow,
in paper posies picked on AP's poetry range.
Soft fragrant rains decant as tangy tangerine jello,
as May Queens pirouette on their fine tuned emotions,
when birthday celebrations skip across oceans.
Green…
kissed with blue are the gems of spring,
mother of all goddesses and an emerald Queen,
poetic charms spill from these words that sing.
Clowns to poets ~daydream in magical potions,
when birthday celebrations skip across oceans.
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I purposely used the noughts instead of o's to exgaggerate it, and never thought about miles per hour lol
ahh! well hehe 

yes, it is my birthday today.... ugh. hehe. Great job on this one!!
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