One day my fiscal year may start on May one.
Maybe that day will be May one.
On May one, harden not your hearts, as the Scripture hath said, while it is still called “May one.”
I run reels of tanks rolling down Moscow streets on May one.
One year, one day, on May one, snow fell in Reston woods on May one.
We need a president who will be ready on May one.
There is no yesterday or tomorrow; we have only May one.
“Can one lift her food with her fork in her left hand? After she cuts her meat? If all at the table know that she’s left-handed?” “‘May one?’”
Our sinistral president signs bills on May one.
“One day” may be May one.
“Okay: ‘May one?’”
Posted May one, 2009.