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April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
I'm only wishing to go a-fishing;For this the month of May was made.
Julian of Norwich,
My lover. Oh come to me again as once in May.
May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin.
April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.
What sweeter words can fall on the human ear? It's going to be May all week long.
May's style was best described as Jem and the Holograms meets Rainbow Brite.
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
When April steps aside for May,
Like diamonds all the rain-drops glisten;
Fresh violets open every day:
To some new bird each hour we listen.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
The voice of one who goes before, to makeThe paths of June more beautiful, is thineSweet May!
Hebe's here, May is here!
The air is fresh and sunny;
And the miser-bees are busy
Hoarding golden honey.
I think Mustique is Duchampian - it will always provide an endless source of delight.
Will, is that you?
Rosie Germaine Mole.
May you always have a friend that is worth that name. Irish blessing
The world's favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May.
Hoke Moseley is a magnificently battered hero. Willeford brings him to us lean and hard and brand-new.
Instead of saying maybe in May, let May be!
He who has the pepper may season as he lists.
Anyone can be a fisherman in May.
Willie Mays was the best baseball player I ever saw. He could do anything.
Julianne Mitchell, I love you too.
No one's ever called me anything but 'Arne.'
I know that she deserves the best and purest love the heart of man can offer," said Mrs. Maylie; "I know that the devotion and affection of her nature require no ordinary return, but one that shall be deep and lasting.
And then, one fairy night, May became June.
Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.
In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous month of May when all the birds were singing, then did I reveal to her my yearning and longing.
Fucking Magnus DuCane. I'd
April showers bring May flower
My name is William Shatner, and I am Canadian!
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Through the last days of May and the early days of June, Eleanor
Mayday used to be a distress signal, a long time ago, in one of those wars we studied in high school.
Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets sweep.
There have only been two geniuses in the world - Willie Mays and Willie Shakespeare.
The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.
How low am I, thou painted maypole? (Hermia to Helena)
My name is June Iparis.
Her name's Brienne.
I've missed you, Ella May
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
My friends call me 'George,' 'GM,' or 'Georgia.' But most people who know me from when I was little call me 'Georgia May.'
Make hay in May for you may never know what June is coming with and you may never know what July will present! When you see May, make hay!
We demand that the government of Canada force Stockwell Day to change his first name to Doris. Why do this, you may ask? Because it'll be fun.
hello I'm day, hello I'm june
It is ill to marry in the month of May.
I want to die."
May shook her head. "Let me get a knife."
"I've made a horrible mess of things."
"Haven't we all? If you don't want your supper burned, die quietly while I get back to the kitchen.
Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet,
Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet,
And golden locks in breezy play,
Half teasing and half tender, to repeat
Her song of May.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
William, my sweet William! I want him.
O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
If I describe a sunny morning in May (the buds, the wet-winged flies, the warm sun and cool breeze), I am also implying the perishing quality of a morning in May, and a good description of May sets up the possibility of a May disaster.
'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.'
What did I do now?'
It was getting to the point where she didn't know any longer, but she was certain it couldn't be proper. 'Don't waste sugar,' she improvised.
'I'm not wasting it; I'm drinking it,' May countered.
The image of May shoving the gun down her lace panty butt crack and drawing it like an old west cowboy is too much. Who are we? Who the fuck are we? Supergirls for real, that's who.
Yup, believe it: I was born on March 28, yet my name is April.
Adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine.
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can you carry me asked pumpkin
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Snap to, Will Henry!
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps
but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
Well we really meant you to visit Paris in May, but the rhythm required two syllables.
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day; when it's cold outside I've got the month of May.
I am June Iparis, I remind myself.
you rise at dawn in May you can savour the world before the pandemonium din of the Industrial Revolution and 24/7 shopping.
I serve your Beaune to my friends, but your Volnay I keep for myself.
April, April
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears.
Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.
The mayfly lives only one day. And sometimes it rains.
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
At last came the golden month of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellows call me Bill!.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.
Franny, you are the genuine article. You are solid. You are certain. You are like a refrigerator. You hum.
I think anybody who saw him will tell you that Willie Mays was the greatest player who ever lived.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
Bill Milliken is a big hero of mine.
I wish to speak with Mr. Pembrooke, if
My name is not 'William Shatner.'
'Tis a month before the month of May,
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.
Canzeroni is the only defensive catcher that can't catch.
I got a girl named Bony Maronie, she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni.
Oh, Will Henry. After all we have been through, how could I send you away now, at our most critical hour? You are indispensable to me.
May, and after a rainy spring
We walk streets gallant with rhododendrons.
I have to give Mays one edge, durability. Mickey isn't sound and Willie is. Otherwise, if I had a chance to trade for either player, I'd pick Mantle.
Julianne, I love you with all four loves. But tonight is a celebration of eros
Diddley dee I have got to pee
I just know Maycomb. I'm not in the least sensitive about it, but good Lord, I'm certainly aware of it.
Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted,
spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
Another day, another dolor.
The great earthquake shall be in the month of May; Saturn, Capricorn, Jupiter, Mercury in Taurus; Venus, also Cancer, Mars in zero.
As much as I loved Jackie Robinson, Roy Campanella, Junior Gilliam, and Don Newcombe, I loved watching Willie Mays play more than all of them combined, even if he played for the 'bad guys!'
corn maque choux. He
But the outsider in May, the one from Briery Swamp who had never fit quite right, kept her tucked safely in her nook.