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Recollections of May
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When Winter's had its final groan
a new coin waiting to be spent
and limbs were lightly clothed
dancing with a lightened step
Like maypole with its coloured tapes
as we skipped and laughed
the teenage month, that held the fate
forever spinning, celebrate
hold hands, never looking back
When Winter's had its final groan
a new coin waiting to be spent
and limbs were lightly clothed
dancing with a lightened step
Like maypole with its coloured tapes
as we skipped and laughed
the teenage month, that held the fate
forever spinning, celebrate
hold hands, never looking back
Published 11th May 2021
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11th May 2021 1:36pm
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11th May 2021 2:34pm
Written for a comp on another site I but submitted for Na Po Wi Mo May poems under 50 words as it fitted the brief. I always marvel at your entries although I may not comment Regards Slip
